(REQUEST: "Teenaged lite pop for when a Gilmore Girl gets knocked up") Melodic roots-rock that works for Americana, road trips, lite sports and first kisses, provided that you didn't kiss my first girlfriend, Traci Gordinn, who kissed like a lamprey. Strumming acoustic guitars, chugging electric guitars, drums, electric bass and enough Oxy-10 to dry up the Congo start with anticipatory energy, kick in @:05, then begin a simple but catchy melody @:17, climaxing @:29. The second half is even more anticipatory, constantly building from :30 to :42, when a fake-out cuts everything out but bass and drums. The full mix returns @:54.