Discover Top Posts Tagged with #mark arm

Green River (The Rocket 1986)

#green river #grunge #bruce fairweather #stone gossard #jeff ament #mark arm #alex vincent

Green river stone is my roman empire

Honestly stone in the 80s in general

#grunge music #seattle #stone gossard #grunge #green river #pearl jam #mother love bone #jeff ament #mark arm #bruce fairweather #steve turner #alex vincent

The Only Son of the Widow of Nain by Mudhoney, live from the Space Needle during the Sub Pop Silver Jubilee broadcast

1992 - Alice in Chains released Sap, featuring the standout track Right Turn. What's crazy is that it's the only song with Chris Cornell, Layne Staley, Jerry Cantrell, and Mark Arm together. The blend of their styles is magic - Jerry and Layne's harmonies, Chris's soaring vocals, and Mark's punk edge make it unforgettable.

🎥 @90theoriginal

Great to see Mark Arm of Mudhoney for the first time in some years when he played at Music Hall of Williamsburg with The Saints 73-78. The Saints 73-78 are are version of legendary Australian band The Saints featuring original members Ed Kuepper and Ivor Hay, with Mick Harvey on guitar and key, Peter Oxley (Sunnyboys) on bass plus a three piece horn section and Mark taking on vocal duties. Their set list is fully drawn for their first three incredible albums. They are heading to the UK for five shows, then Sweden and Berlin so catch them if you can. Photo by Mick Lewis.

#Mark Arm #Mudhoney #punk rock #grunge #Music Hall of Williamsburg #The Saints #Ed Kuepper #Ivor Hay #Mick Harvey #Peter Oxley #jg thirlwell

Two icons in one frame.

Arm & Cobain.

#mark arm #mudhoney #grunge icon #seattle grunge #kurt cobain #nirvana #king cobain

MARK ARM: [...] We played Detroit a couple of days before Halloween — it was the big Halloween punk rock show starring Samhain, which was Glenn Danzig’s band right after the Misfits. I remember driving into Detroit, and we’re like, “This is going to fucking rule — home of the Stooges, the MC5!” We popped a Stooges tape in, and we’re ready for a real cool time. As we drove into Detroit, we realized that there’s really no place for us to pull over. It was a bombed out, burned out, shell of a town, with these shadowy figures huddled in corners. We ended up finding a hotel that looked safe enough to us milk toasty Seattle kids. We went to breakfast the next morning and the waitress asked us in a thick Michigan accent, “Are you guys gay? You guys talk gay” [laughs]. This was an indication of how the show was going to go for us that night. Jeff had poofed up his hair, and was wearing this pink tank top that said San Francisco in cursive, purple lettering. And all these people in their black leather were fucking livid. I thought we were rocking hard — rolling around on the ground and playing the shit out of our songs — but people just couldn’t get past the way we looked; Jeff in particular. There was this one girl who kept spitting, yelling “Faggot, faggot!”

JEFF AMENT: At one point, I put my foot in front of her face, and her boyfriend reached around, grabbed my foot, and pulled me into the crowd. At least three guys jumped on my back and started pounding me. All I remember is having my bass on, facedown — I could hear my bass making this growling noise. When the security guy finally came over and pulled the guys off me, everybody in the band was just standing onstage watching me get my ass kicked [laughs]. I remember being a tad disappointed by that. Like, “Hmmm, my crew just watched me get my ass kicked.”