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Have you ever spent a night under the heavy stars of an Oklahoma sky listening to the distant howls of a coyote and felt, for that fleeting moment, that somehow you understood what he was yelling and connected with it? Then, you know what it’s like to watch Mama Sweet play and fall deep into the stories of frontman Aron Holt. There is something about Holt’s voice, an undescribable familiarity that coos at your heart, begging it to forget life’s hang ups and come dance barefoot in the rain. Perhaps that’s why guitarist Alan Orebaugh never wears shoes when he plays. Wrapped delicately in the softly woven fabric of Holt’s songs can be a calm, comforting place. That is, until the incendiary thrashing of Orebaugh’s dancing fingers turn your veins from rivers of life to a roaring tidal wave of energy. And when the duo is matched with the rhythm section of Boyd Littel on bass and Giovanni Carnuccio on drums you can’t help but feel like that coyote, howling at his muse, the moon. Mama Sweet first began as a fellowship of the love of a good song. A love of how those vibrations, when paired and curved just right, can make you forget everything and just simply understand each other. From that love, and the drawing power of Holt’s mother’s sweet tea, was born a brotherhood. So began Mama Sweet. After playing together in a previous band, the Blue Collar Cartel, Holt and Orebaugh were soon complimented with the skills of two drummers. Carnuccio, who Holt hired at the juice shop where he