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Favourite Nirvana Album
Bleach 9%
Nevermind 9%
Incesticide 0%
Outcestide (any number) 0%
Mtv Unplugged in NY 36%
In Utero 18%
In Utero (cleansed for the liberals) 0%
From the Muddy Banks of the Wishka 9%
any bootleg cd of a live concert 18%

Votes: 11

 I bought a cd today

 Author:  Topic:  Posted:
Oct 18, 2001
 Comments:
I bought a Nirvana cd today. In Utero. I spent 2 hours searching for it in the local stores to no avail and I ended up driving 18 miles away to a mom and pop store to find it, where there were selling it [brank-spanking new] for $11 (thank you CDGB's). Best Buy had a Nirvana section with 30 cds, but they were all 'Bleach' and 'Nevermind' albums. They didn't have 'In Utero', 'Incesticide', 'Unplugged in NY', or their Live compilation cd. Talk about having 200 channels and there being nothing good on.
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Anyhow, more to the point, I love this cd. It's been years since I've heard it. It brings back memories from my childhood, when I heard it 7 years ago (I was 12 when I caught the Nirvana bug). I remember loaning this cd to a classmate 3 months after I bought it; I also remember how the stupid fuck claimed to have lost it and wouldn't return it. Anyhow, it is nice to have it 'back' to listen to once again.


Curse the Poll Gods, (none / 0) (#1)
by RobotSlave on Thu Oct 18th, 2001 at 02:00:15 PM PST
for Love Buzz does not appear as an option.

It is very important to me personally that all of you buy a copy of Bleach and loan it to a friend who never gives it back and then buy another copy of Bleach and then lose it and then buy another copy of Bleach and break it and then buy another copy of Bleach and give it to your attractive co-worker and then buy another copy of Bleach.


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Love Buzz? (none / 0) (#20)
by westgeof on Fri Oct 19th, 2001 at 07:27:04 AM PST
Was that an album? I'm familiar with the song of course, though I think it's actually a cover. Unles you're referring to a single, I don't think it was an album title.

For the record though, Wishka is definately my favorite. (Though now that I thnk about it, their most recent album has always been my favorite, something very rare for me. I usually like a band less and less with each new album) Lots of good songs, and it has the live feel without the crappy quality most bootlegs have. I've heard some live albums that sound almost like they're recorded in the studio, and that never fails to piss me off. Odds are I alredy have the studio album, so it's just a waste of money.
As a child I wanted to know everything. Now I miss my ignorance.

It was a record, but not an album. (none / 0) (#22)
by RobotSlave on Sun Oct 21st, 2001 at 03:24:32 PM PST
"Love Buzz" was Nivana's first release. It was single, put out by Sub Pop. Limited, hand-numbered pressing of 1000. Currently sells for upwards of $600 at auction. Widely counterfeited. Proof positive of the insanity of the vinyl fetish crowd. It's not even a Nirvana song-- it's a cover of the Shocking Blue song.


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Rape Me (none / 0) (#2)
by Frithiof on Thu Oct 18th, 2001 at 03:43:01 PM PST
Rape me, my friend
Rape me, again

I'm not the only one

Hate me
Do it and do it again

Waste me
Taste me, my friend

My favourite inside source
I'll kiss your lovely whores
Appreciate your concern
You'll always stink and burn


for some reason this song reminds me of one of my 10th grade teacher. she was quite a hottie. mmmm...Polish, blonde, blue-eyed, long hair, nice body...I spent many an hour fantasizing about having her force herself upon me. Needless to say, it never happened, and I flunked her class. Oh well.


-Frith

 
The best year of my life thusfar... (5.00 / 1) (#3)
by chloedancer on Thu Oct 18th, 2001 at 05:15:10 PM PST
Easy; no contest. 1991. When Soundgarden, Mudhoney, Nirvana and, yes, even Pearl Jam were all still really local and the world was alive in a way I've never known to be true since, despite best efforts. "L'andrew the Love God" was dead, but a community was born from the vacuum he left behind (and one of these days I'll get to thank him for improving the quality of my day-to-day reality).

I got to spend four years of my life living at The Vogue when I wasn't sleeping or working my ass off for $4.25 USD/hour or less... I remember when Nirvana, Mudhoney and Tad played at the Moore in June of '89; everyone thought it was a joke, really. By January of '92 it just wasn't very funny anymore. Backlash was gone, the Crocodile Caf� and ROCKCNDY were open for business, Temple of the Dog was released, Ten was released, Nevermind altered everyone's consicousness and Steven Jesse Bernstein offed himself.

Ten years later, all I can say is that it was simply the best. Thanks for the memories, Frithiof, really.


woah... (none / 0) (#4)
by Frithiof on Thu Oct 18th, 2001 at 07:09:03 PM PST
that's it...woah.

I'm glad I could be of assistance, chloedancer.
BTW, how was Nirvana, Mudhoney, and Tad (Ted's Atomic Dustbin, or something?) back in '89? (performance-wise)


-Frith

oops... (none / 0) (#5)
by Frithiof on Thu Oct 18th, 2001 at 07:12:05 PM PST
I was thinking Ned's Atomic Dustbin. I don't know of any Tad. Sorry.


-Frith

Memories light the corners of my mind... (none / 0) (#6)
by chloedancer on Thu Oct 18th, 2001 at 07:51:47 PM PST
How was it? Honestly? Mediocre, but spiked with shining moments of brilliance and perfection that mesmerized. The sound quality sucked (bad mixing and cheap equipment) and the lighting of the theatre was poor (audience members augmented it by starting small fires -- kind of amusing, really, even if the Moore is still something of a firetrap nightmare), but Nirvana's end-of-show stage trashing/thrashing meltdown finale was one of the best I've ever seen -- it was a visual definition of the word "spent", truly. And all for only six bucks. Joni was right -- "You don't know what you've got 'til it's gone."

Every now and again I find myself on Second Avenue near the Moore and I wonder if events can leave ghosts, if they have the power to haunt; maybe that's what the word "memories" describes, all things considered.

Bemusing/ridiculous factoid alert from my "One-of-my-more-absurd-and-paradoxical-claims-to-fame Dept." -- I kissed Dave Grohl long before Winona ("Wanna") Ryder! ;) But there was no chemistry, alas. C'est la vie.


*sigh* (none / 0) (#7)
by Frithiof on Thu Oct 18th, 2001 at 09:26:23 PM PST
your life has been so much more interesting and exciting than mine was... :(

I feel so empty and depressed now...


-Frith

Give it time. (none / 0) (#8)
by chloedancer on Thu Oct 18th, 2001 at 09:35:34 PM PST
I think I've got about a decade and a half's more mileage than you, give or take. Your time will come; my hope for you is that you have the prescience or presence of mind to realize it and treasure it when it arrives.


 
and... (none / 0) (#9)
by Frithiof on Thu Oct 18th, 2001 at 09:35:48 PM PST
<B>and</B> you kissed Dave Grohl. Not that I would want to, but...wow. The only time I saw him was when I got to see him up close was when I saw him give an accoustic concert (as a Foo Fighter) in a Best Buy and later got an autograph from his. Alas, I didn't get any kisses, but I'm really not that kind of guy. Honest.


-Frith

ok (none / 0) (#10)
by Frithiof on Thu Oct 18th, 2001 at 09:38:27 PM PST
I goofed on the tags, and in the third sentence, it was supposed to read "The only time I got to see him up close was when I saw him give an accoustic concert (as a Foo Fighter) in a Best Buy store and later got an autograph from him."

I'm so full of typos tonight. In fact, I've been making a lot of 'em lately. Dunno why.


-Frith

Ah, but back then he wasn't yet "famous." (none / 0) (#11)
by chloedancer on Thu Oct 18th, 2001 at 09:53:27 PM PST
And Courtney wasn't yet on the scene to show me the ropes (never met her). What can I say? ;)

You, too, could know someone now that you'lll be able to someday say "I knew them when..."

And, for what it's worth, I somehow doubt he thinks of me these days, but that's okay, too. It was a terrific scene while it lasted, nonetheless.


a shame... (none / 0) (#12)
by Frithiof on Thu Oct 18th, 2001 at 10:04:40 PM PST
if you'd married Grohl then you'd have something interesting to say to us. but as it is, you're just another forgotten groupie...heh.

I remember having a friend offer to take me to a Nirvana concert back in '92...he had a couple tickets...and I declined. For some unknown reason, I declined the offer. I have rued that decision for almost a decade. I didn't know...I just didn't know...*sob*. I'm always at the wrong place at the wrong time... I must've had some seriously negative karma in my last life or something.


-Frith

Groupie? Not really. (none / 0) (#15)
by chloedancer on Fri Oct 19th, 2001 at 12:04:03 AM PST
I generally steer clear of musicians 'cause they usually have fidelity quotents only slightly larger than their shoe size or are already married and have a strict "no poaching" rule. I'm also a slave to those circumstances where the chemistry is definitely present -- an awkward visit to "first base" just cut it, truth be known. ;)

But one rare exception to this rule of thumb is worth mentioning, I think. Had a two-year intermittent fling with someone who's name you'd not likely recognize (he's one of that rare breed that can make his living on stage and still manage to keep some semblance of a private life); it suited me well and it was enjoyable and interesting. We were both in a phase of life where we were on the road and we'd hook up every now and again in different cities. Every once in a while another woman would walk up to us at a show and say something like "Hi, Paul -- Remember me? I'm from Charlotte, North Carolina?", asking to be recognized/remembered. I became quite adept at the art of "momentary invisibility", fading into the background quickly, particularly if he flashed me a certain crooked, sheepish smile. (Grace and poise are everything in such circumstances; jealousy is a big no-no in that world if you want to keep your heart intact.) He'd talk with her for a few minutes and eventually find his way back to me, and that was enough to keep me happy while it lasted (we joked about this, calling the interlopers "road kill", but, oddly enough, not unkindly). Similarly, the last time I laid eyes on him in the flesh was when I ran into him on the street one day and introduced him to the man I was engaged to marry -- and he was equally graceful as I passed along that bit of news, even as I watched something changing in his eyes -- performers are always on stage, are they not?

Every once in a while I'd show up in some city where he wasn't expecting me to be and play a game where I'd see how long it would take him to realize I was there. It never mattered -- the audience could be huge, I could try to blend into the crowd and stay away from the stage or walk in to a club in the middle of a group of friends, cut off the "tangled mane of curls (tm)" or wear a hat, etc. -- I always lost and he'd spot me almost instantly despite my best effort, lock eyes with me, bow slightly and smile for me. He was always happy to see me for as long as I was around (I was somehow exempted from the "polite conversation" routine). That's how I knew it was real for him, too. And it was good for both of us until I changed the rules by deciding to try settling down again -- it was mutually understood that that option just wasn't part of what we shared.

Let's just say that while it's a dynamic I understand/comprehend and that I am capable of playing out with some degree of finesse, it's not a role I'd be willing to take on for the long haul.

Seize the moment the next time an opportunity presents itself -- let that be the lesson you carry from the missed concert (instead of kicking yourself for a reason you can't even remember now!) Next time, just go. And, for what it's worth, there's plenty of well-edited video of Nirvana with excellent sound quality -- the memories remain after all.


Yawn. (none / 0) (#16)
by RobotSlave on Fri Oct 19th, 2001 at 12:58:22 AM PST
Write us a screen-play, Chloe.

I'm sure it will be much less one-sided than that Almost Famous thing.


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I used to want to be Cameron Crowe (none / 0) (#18)
by chloedancer on Fri Oct 19th, 2001 at 02:10:14 AM PST
when I grew up, but then he started making movies. Have you ever noticed that all of his female characters play by the rules and are somehow diminished because of this?

There are similarities and I won't deny it; the differences are that mine had a Masters degree in Ethnomusicology, was on the far side of 35 back then (now he's closer to 50), probably appreciated the friendship and sense of continuity more than anything else, would go with me to see shows like King Sunny Ade at Jazz Alley was and wrote exceptional short stories -- he wasn't a "one trick pony", not by a longshot.

We hooked up because I wrote him a letter, once upon a time, back when a pen and paper were the standard fare. Discovered his website tonight; still trying to decide whether or not to write (another difference being that I didn't hesitate back then).

This has been a much more interesting evening than I'd anticipated. Procrastination can be a blessing in disguise.


 
hopeful (none / 0) (#21)
by alprazolam on Fri Oct 19th, 2001 at 12:24:05 PM PST
i'm hoping that at leaset one of my high school buddies gets famous for killing somebody or pulling of some sort of huge scam that gets national recognition. that way i can say "hey i knew him back in the way, when he was just your average hoodlum".


 
Chloe, even today, (none / 0) (#13)
by RobotSlave on Thu Oct 18th, 2001 at 10:14:13 PM PST
it really isn't cool to play the bullshit name-and-date-dropping game, most currently with regard to Seattle Rock Royalty.

I mean, who, outside of Ballard, gives a shit what what went down at the Garage in '90? Who fucking cares what bartender gave which drugs to whatever member of whose band? Who cares which downtown high-rise bathrooms they shot up in? Who really wants to know what gear was pawned out from under the eyes of this or that label geek by whichever junkie in whatever band in '89, '90, '92, '98, or whatever?

So you kissed a member of Nirvana.

What the fuck makes you better than Courtney fucking Love?

Look, I don't mean to minimize your experience, but there are many, many people out there, who have been more personally affected by the particular provincial arts scene in question, who don't feel the need to trumpet their loss or connection on anonymous worldly-web message boards.

My bet is that you never knew Chris Takino, and have only the vaguest idea of what he did for the scene you have supposedly been so closely "involved" in.


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hrm... (none / 0) (#14)
by Frithiof on Thu Oct 18th, 2001 at 10:21:41 PM PST
way to burst chloe's bubble...

anyhow, I did a quick search on Yahoo! on this Takino guy and...it seems he had something or other to do with Up records, and helped some underground bands like Built to Spill and others become famous, or something. I have a couple of their albums. I also have all those weird Halo Benders cds, too. I like it...but my friends all think it sounds like crap. No accounting for taste, I guess.


-Frith

 
Make of it what you will, (none / 0) (#17)
by chloedancer on Fri Oct 19th, 2001 at 01:10:19 AM PST
because your point of view is equally valid, RS. And I'm the first to laugh at myself in this circumstance; foolishness is underrated.

If you knew Chris, then this must be a rough time of year for you (and I didn't, but I do know that he "did the business" better than anyone else around here, quite probably before or since). I know that Sub Pop wasn't everything, even then -- "P-squared" were nothing more than lucky con artists with a great sense of timing. PopLlama has always been my personal favorite because they survive without much fanfare, and Jean Baptiste is still a crook, even now.

I respect Ms. Love if for no other reason than she endures.

I don't "mourn" the loss of connection; life has simply moved on. Even Van Connor has another career these days (software testing). Instead, I miss the fact that it was a club without membership -- if you were there as a musician or simply as a face in the crowd, you belonged. It really was as simple as that. And it's a very different story now, as you've aptly demonstrated.

What I miss the most who I was then; I make a helluva lot more money now but I don't live nearly as well and I'd love to know why. That's the riddle I've been attempting to answer tonight, truth be known.


Chloe, I apologize for (5.00 / 1) (#19)
by RobotSlave on Fri Oct 19th, 2001 at 02:31:50 AM PST
mentioning Takino, because that was exactly the sort of name-dropping that I was inveighing against. So I'm no better than you are, in that respect.

Now.

Every single living human being on this planet "endures." So I assume you have as much respect for (pick target of political disdain) or (target of moral outrage) as you do for Ms. Love. I'm sick of her fans and defenders, Chloe.

That a given former celebrity has "moved on" to a menial job in the Seattle software market is not, on its own, an argument in favor of relenquishing a socially rewarding career for one that rewards only the pocketbook. The particular vignette in question, which you deploy to validate "moving on," (a synonym, I assume, for "giving up" or "relenquishing one's ideals" or simply "turning to seek meaning in life through income and stability rather than public or moral engagement") could easily serve as an indictment of the former rock star in question, but instead, you see it as a validation of your own chosen path. What are you using for a mirror, Chloe?

Tell me, did every "face in the crowd who belonged" back in Days Of Yore make out with a member of a band? And do all of those who did still feel the need to mention the fact today?

So.

Do you really not see the answers to the "riddle" that you claim to face? You seem more intelligent than that; I assume that you are instead simply unwilling to face the full consequences of the choices that you have made.

The happiest people in Seattle right now are the ones who turned away from the cultural explosion in disgust before it got out of control, and then turned away from their software jobs in disgust before the market went south. You probably know one or two of them-- they're busy raising kids and/or doing whatever the hell it was they were interested in before the rest of Seattle started telling them what they ought to care about.


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cultural engagement != clubbing (none / 0) (#23)
by nathan on Mon Oct 22nd, 2001 at 07:41:36 AM PST
I'm only now coming to understand how it is that so many perfectly intelligent, capable people get into lame, crappy pop culture and treat it like art. Some band in some fleabitten club in some godforsaken cultural badlands, and we're supposed to care? What, they put their fingers on the pulse of the current lucrative market demographic and churned out something that deeply appealed to the kids' hearts and souls, at least for a couple of months until displaced by the next trend?

I've gotten used to this by now. I'm usually not even mad that most pop-music fans are totally ignorant of most of the great works of musical art of all time. Who cares about Byzantine art, Indonesian music, Indian classical music, or (for that matter) Western art music? Some fucking band is playing in some club somewhere.

I just wish that people who only want to be entertained would stop trying to pretend that they're anything other than shallow. How sad that great works of art have to be insulted and debased (for those of you who don't follow, by being placed under flash-in-the-pan pop crap) in the popular esteem, just so that some ridiculous clubbing wankers can glorify their love of crap as being a significant thing.

Nathan, bilious
--
Li'l Sis: Yo, that's a real grey area. Even by my lax standards.

 

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