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I apparently am still in the denial stage about the news about Chris Cornell. I won't say it doesn't seem possible, but it still seems unreal.
I never really knew him, but the Seattle music scene in the late 80s / early 90s was an incredibly small world. I ended up at basement shows and house parties with a lot of people who went on to become famous in the grunge scene, and I will always have a lot of emotions tied up in that music.
One of the best concerts I ever went to was the KISW Rising Star show on November 17, 1988. The lineup:
Mother Love Bone*
Soundgarden
Jane's Addiction
Today's news also sent me on a weird search for the existence of a Soundgarden t-shirt that I owned long ago, bought at the show they headlined for Bumbershoot 1990. I found it on a Japanese vintage clothing shop, where apparently it sold for almost $200. My shirt has long since vanished, thanks to one of my exes. I'm connected to him on FB; I'm a tiny bit tempted to message him and see if he still has my damn shirt, because I want it back. But I think I'll let that bit of the past go, and just think fondly of the concerts. (Not of the ex, that's for damn sure.)
*(And I still have moments of being mad at Andy Wood for the waste of his life and talent.)
I never really knew him, but the Seattle music scene in the late 80s / early 90s was an incredibly small world. I ended up at basement shows and house parties with a lot of people who went on to become famous in the grunge scene, and I will always have a lot of emotions tied up in that music.
One of the best concerts I ever went to was the KISW Rising Star show on November 17, 1988. The lineup:
Mother Love Bone*
Soundgarden
Jane's Addiction
Today's news also sent me on a weird search for the existence of a Soundgarden t-shirt that I owned long ago, bought at the show they headlined for Bumbershoot 1990. I found it on a Japanese vintage clothing shop, where apparently it sold for almost $200. My shirt has long since vanished, thanks to one of my exes. I'm connected to him on FB; I'm a tiny bit tempted to message him and see if he still has my damn shirt, because I want it back. But I think I'll let that bit of the past go, and just think fondly of the concerts. (Not of the ex, that's for damn sure.)
*(And I still have moments of being mad at Andy Wood for the waste of his life and talent.)