The Go! Team, “Milk Crisis”
The other night we went out to dinner at a new restaurant in our neighborhood called the Thistle Hill Tavern. It was medium-crowded and there was a twenty-minute wait for a table, so we walked a block back toward home to a sliver of a music store that we like. The shop really does feel like the last of a dying breed, and we always wonder how it stays afloat. It’s located on a busy commercial street, and on a Friday evening, when people were walking home from work or to meet friends for dinner, we were the only ones in there. The owner always looks a little nervous and hangdog, and I felt bad that we weren’t going to buy anything but were just killing time. We browsed the wall of CDs, and I remembered how part of the pleasure of music shopping was seeing the entire history of popular music laid out before you, and having your memory jogged— seeing things you were always meaning to buy or that you had forgot even existed. Even seeing something you already had a home but hadn’t played in a while could make you a little bit happier. “Whatever happened to the Go! Team?” Caleb asked.