I have a memory chiseled into my brain. On the first winter of my time in college, I got high with my roommate. The building was ancient, so the heater was entirely too powerful. Even on that snowy, 15° January night, we had to have the windows open to balance the temperature. Cold gusts blasted in from windows on two of the four walls. We laughed as colored Christmas lights twinkled on our walls. Every one in a while, something reminds me of that night and triggers the smell of snow.
Gabe Meets World invokes a powerful memory with “White Clay.”
Hear it below:
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