Riding in my friend Puck's green Ford Taurus and listening to Over Now or watching the Runaway Train video on MTV. I can remember when I first heard Kurt Cobain died, I was in gym class and even though I hadn't become a fan yet, he was a cultural icon and it hit me. Every time I hear Dinosaur Jr I think of my cousin. Every time I hear Pearl Jam I think of my friend Bobb, and I also remember Bobby's forever plan to start a Blind Melon cover band. Every time I hear Nirvana unplugged I think of high school and my friend Beth. RHCP reminds me of freshmen year of college, but also of 5th grade when I saved up to buy a cassette, and of Adam when he gave me Freaky Styley. There's a whole lot more, too.
This week when I happened to be driving with my parents, listening to Nirvana's Unplugged album, my mom asked if it was me singing, listening to my own stuff. I just replied "I wish". But then we talked about how yea, I've borrowed some sounds from there with my own tunes or at least somehow my subconscious has tried. Every one of those performances, so raw and perfect, yet simple.
It's just interesting how our music shapes us and resides within us, and helps define the years. Tonight, sitting in the hot tub with Without a Sound playing... a little too loud for my neighborhood at this time of night... all I can think is damn, the solos are underrated.
Here's some of my favorites:
Play it loud!
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