Incoming - flood of 90's music nostalgia. It started when I bought Belly's 'Star' album the other day and hasn't ended. I'm on the lookout now for Greenapplequickstep's 'Reloaded' album which I may have to buy from some dude in the UK through E-Bay if I don't find it at Sonic Boom first. All my 90's, well, then they were cassettes!, albums I'm calling back to me from the dusty floors of my apartment and music shops and probably other people's apartment floors where they've been neglected and waiting, yearning for me to find them again.
- Veruca Salt: American Thighs (have it on cassette, need it on CD);
- 7 Year Bitch: Viva Zapata (have it on cassette, need it on CD);
- Hole: Live Through This (have it)
- Greenapplequickstep: Reloaded (need it)
- Belly: King (have it)
- L7: Smell the Magic (have it)
- L7: Bricks Are Heavy (need it)
- Bikini Kill: I don't know the album, but (need it)
- Sleater-Kinney: as above (and need it)
- Pearl Jam: Vs (have it on cassette, need CD)
That's all I can think of at the moment. I have to research to see what I've forgotten - remember what I had socked in the glove compartment of my first car, a white Toyota Tercel. Grunge. It's what made Seattle smolder like an exotic opium queen (though I know heroin was its real mistress) and coffee was served black and straight up, bars were dirty and black and sticky and smoky and full of angst. That was the Seattle I moved here for. Damn, I miss that bitch! I MISS HER!!!
