You claim we partied at your dead friend’s house/And got wasted all around town/The Ditto Tavern, the Lake Union Pub/It doesn’t matter—listen up, bud/I don’t remember you (no, no, no)…/Well, it’s a goddamn pleasure to meet you again/Half my brain is missing, and I don’t need new friends/I can’t keep up with the good friends I’ve got/Excuse me while I fill this shopping cart
Lyrics from Mudhoney’s new anti-nostalgia song “I Don’t Remember You,” apparently inspired by a run-in at the supermarket. (Yes, I just heard the new album Vanishing Point, and it’s caustic and funny and, well, everything you’d expect from a Mudhoney record.)
Sharon Knolle over at Moviefone has written two pieces pegged to the 20th anniversary of Singles, both of which cite Everybody Loves Our Town: An Oral History of Grunge:
- ‘Singles’ 20th Anniversary: Seattle Residents Look Back
- ‘Singles’: 25 Things You Didn’t Know About the Cameron Crowe Flick
And here are a couple more Singles stories:
- Spin.com: ‘Singles’ Turns 20: Who’d Be on Film’s Soundtrack in 2012?
- The Uncool (Crowe’s official site): Singles Locations: 20 Years Later – Part 2
Touring with [Alice in Chains] was absolutely over-the-top: part Spinal Tap, part Disneyland for adults. Porno party at the fuckin’ Playboy Mansion. Jimi Hendrix, as big as Janis Joplin. All colors, all shapes, all sizes, all temperatures, all the time…. And the whole time there’s every chemical possible flying through the air, falling out of pockets, landing in your hand, accidentally going inside you somehow.
ex-Gruntruck guitarist Tom Niemeyer, from the forthcoming book Everybody Loves Our Town: An Oral History of Grunge
If I got on Headbangers Ball and I brought Cliff Burton, Jimi Hendrix and Freddie Mercury back from the grave to jam, people would still say I sucked for putting Freddie Mercury on the show, or whatever. People complain about everything.
from my interview with Riki Rachtman, former host of MTV’s Headbangers Ball