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Sunday, February 05, 2006

We're listening to Nirvana's Bleach in the van. I fell asleep to Mitch Hedberg and woke up to About A Girl. God, I love this record. I remember the day it came out in 1989, I was in Sound Exchange and one of the guys behind the counter said, "Hey Wammo, you're into Soundgarden, right?" I said, "Fuck yeah." He told me, "Well, you gotta check this out." He handed me a vinyl copy of Bleach that I still have in my record collection today. I took it to Cannibal Club that night and put it on as soon as I got there. With the opening bass riff of "Blew", I was in love. I played the entire record while the bartenders were hanging out waiting for the crowd to show. Everyone loved it. Later that night, I spun a few cuts again. During "Love Buzz" the owner/manager/booker, Brad First, walked up to the DJ booth and said, "This is fucking amazing, who the hell is this?" I showed him the album cover and his face went white. I asked him what was wrong and he told me, "They called me three weeks ago and I'd never heard of them, so I passed." We could have had Nirvana at the Cannibal three years before Nevermind broke. As it was, they couldn't get an Austin gig and blew off Texas altogether on that tour. I reviewed Nevermind for the Austin Chronicle, raving of course. I knew they were the future. I've done that twice in my life, so far. I predicted the big Swing resurgence in a Billboard article I wrote in late '96 or early '97. Maybe I should retire and become a record company bigwig scumbag.
Now we're cranking AC/DCs Let There Be Rock. "Problem Child," my theme song. Sometimes nothing beats three chord rock. Yes yes yes. AC/DC is one of those bands that I can always count on to be there when I need them. Nothing can touch those wide open, chiming guitar tones. Hard rock at it's best. I challenge you to be bummed out and sulk through the entire Highway To Hell record. "Whole Lotta Rosie" is on. When Angus starts doing the old call and response with the rest of the band right before the solo, I get to jizz point.
We've switched to Louis Jordan, "Five Guys Named Mo," amazing muted trumpet on "Is You Is Or Is You Ain't My Baby." Ah, life in the van.

posted by Wammo at 9:45 AM

Comments:
Well, at least the music in the van is good.

I finally got my copies of the reassembly video in the mail and I've been watching it non-stop. You guys did a great job.
 
Great show at Off Broadway. Thanks and come back soon. We'll be there.
 
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