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Mixtape 112 • The Juice
Well into their third decade, G. Love and Special Sauce still sound like they are in no particular hurry to get there.
Well into their third decade, G. Love and Special Sauce still sound like they are in no particular hurry to get there.
Shrugging through the rose thorns, protected by a heavy leather apron, the blacksmith adjusted the thick gloves, proof against stray hammers and cinders but well-worn enough to allow the gentlest of movements. A stem was carefully pincered and brought in view of the entomologist’s face, who scanned it for aphids. Across Sarmiento Park, a teen herd’s boombox gave voice to an excited Córdoban DJ, announcing the latest from the latin bhangra scene. A traffic cop was nosing around their parked Alfa Romeo, assuming it was just another family sedan that forgot to feed the meter.