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I bought a 4’ goose for my front porch.
Throwing Muses - 9:30 Club, Washington, D.C., March 17, 1995
I was in a coffeehouse a few weeks back and it felt as if I had entered a portal into the mid-1990s. The fashion, the music, the attitudes, the ambiance — they were all distinctly Clinton administration / Alternative Nation. And it was ... good? I'm not going to get into an old-man-yells-at-cloud thing about how things were better back then, when I was a fresh-faced teenager. That's a sucker's game, obviously. I have nothing to offer but confusion. But it was an interesting moment! And it sent me back to a few of those mid-90s records I hadn't revisited in awhile.
Like Throwing Muses' University! When this one came out just about 30 years ago, I was pretty convinced that it was going to be big hit. It rocked harder than all of the grunge-lite nonsense that followed in the wake of Pearl Jam; it had plenty of hooks; it was weird and horny and awesome all at once. Of course, I was wrong and the grunge-lite dorks won. But I did see the Muses out in Hollywood on this tour (the Ass Ponys opened, kids), and they were great, a roaring power trio fueled by the almost Bonham-ish drumming of Dave Narcizo and Kristin Hersh's incandescent howl. On this tape from the venerable 9:30 Club in D.C., she mercilessly laser beams the audience with her voice right off the bat with a ferocious "Furious."
And hey, the Muses have a new record coming out any day now. Long may they Throw!
Kristin Says: Everything is colour. People still have doubts [about synaesthesia]. There are a lot of musicians who also claim that there’s no such thing as inspiration. A lot of writers and painters too. They’re just jealous. They’re baffled that sometimes they suck and sometimes they’re OK. It can be really confusing, because in the music business suckage is success! This activity that we engage in, it necessarily has to keep your mind and your ego out of it, or you’re going to make a dead body. The people that say there’s no inspiration, they’re just working on craft – absolutely, hone your craft, love your instrument. Fall in love with it. Lose time, lose self. But what happens when you’re good? That’s inspiration. I don’t care what they say.
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If I know any Low fans on here who haven’t seen this ( @abloodymess? @riseofthecommonwoodpile? @robotbytheriver? @unbornwhiskeyy?) it’s really worth watching - just Alan and Mimi playing, very different versions. Exceptional, in its own weird little way. Songs: Cool Rasta (Heptones cover) Nothing But Heart Clarence White Sunflower Words On My Own Powderfinger/Down by the River (Neil Young covers)
Been on a huge Low kick lately.
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Rammstein was a lot of fun
Headed to Chicago to see Rammstein.
I got the big stupid Nirvana box set.
These songs don’t write themselves
I like Salem, and I like Lana - this makes sense to me.