
For a while, it seemed that between Hotel Cafe tours and the irresistible lure of Zach Braff's personality, the sort of Triple-A singer/songwritery pop performed by artists like Cary Brothers was ready to take over the world. But then, the limited success of Braff's film
The Last Kiss and Coldplay's increasing tendency toward writing strange epics about the overthrowing of royalty helped that hype die down rather quickly. For one shining moment yesterday, though, the dream of sensitive, guitar-strumming guys everywhere was realized.
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