I will allow you to like, but only slightly nightly, U2 and Green Day.
Kurt Cobain, Tone Stemple Privates, Horseradish Jam, and the entire Seattle coffee bar scene bands were a huge step backwards for rock music.
“I ripped my pants, slightly, in the knees, and I have donned a plaid shirt. My music is typical 70s Bloodrock music. I am a Grunge Musician, and soon I will try heroin and blow my brains out with a farmer’s shotgun. Idolize me, since ‘everybody’s gay’.”
Phew. Kurt Cobain was almost as boring and worthless as Mick Jagger post 1968.
U2 at least have spiritual pretensions and care, in front of cameras, for the poor africans. Liberate the Sudan, I say. But let’s get back to Pavement, please? They’re not dead, are they?
I emailed Scott at Army of One about changing their email addy to a non-spambot harvestable configuration. Scott said thin Q in a most charming, choir boy manner.
Here’s a trivial fact to put in the Punk Hall of Fame: when John Lydon nee Rotten was asked what he thought about Kurt Cobain hurting himself so bad he died (my new phrase for ‘”sucide'”), Johnny replied: “F*ck Kurt Cobain.”
When malcolm mclaren “discovered” Jonathon Lydon, he was wearing a Pink Floyd tee shirt with “I hate” scribbled above the band name, in effect turning the fan garment into a “I hate…PINK FLOYD” tee. Hee. Hee. I ain’t no girl…