two thousand two
2002. The first year of our post 9/11 antipathy with anything that's important in this world... and I was stuck trying to find something new to listen to. Sixteen, you know that age. Too old to rock to Metallica but still too young to spend hours searching for some obscure motown record or debating the merits of Phil Spector's "Wall Of Sound". Well, for me at least.
I'd 'worn out the groove' (aka, scratched) my CD copy of Nevermind, and 90's radio rock just stopped being interesting to me. Ok, not that it was all that interesting to start with anyways. I wanted more - but what, I wasn't entirely sure. I'd rather ashamedly purchased a Ryan Adams record after an article I read in Rolling Stone, but I was struggling with the fact that I may actually like country music.
April. Enormous buzz in the print media as well as the internet about Wilco, a band who had been dropped by their label because their latest record was deemed 'not commercially viable'.
Yes, Yankee Hotel Foxtrot.
YHF reminds me of the summer going into my junior year. I'd grown a lot already, but there was still so much more to happen. I suppose that's similar to the state of the world at the time. There was this big tragedy (although sad, I didn't feel all that connected to it). We knew things were different - but we weren't sure how much more bullshit we were going to have to go through in the next couple years.
I'd 'worn out the groove' (aka, scratched) my CD copy of Nevermind, and 90's radio rock just stopped being interesting to me. Ok, not that it was all that interesting to start with anyways. I wanted more - but what, I wasn't entirely sure. I'd rather ashamedly purchased a Ryan Adams record after an article I read in Rolling Stone, but I was struggling with the fact that I may actually like country music.
April. Enormous buzz in the print media as well as the internet about Wilco, a band who had been dropped by their label because their latest record was deemed 'not commercially viable'.
Yes, Yankee Hotel Foxtrot.
YHF reminds me of the summer going into my junior year. I'd grown a lot already, but there was still so much more to happen. I suppose that's similar to the state of the world at the time. There was this big tragedy (although sad, I didn't feel all that connected to it). We knew things were different - but we weren't sure how much more bullshit we were going to have to go through in the next couple years.
