Going Through Boxes of 20 Years Ago After Sweating Some Idiot Tossed a Box Full of Misc 80's Stuff From Many Rain Drenched Nights Stumbling Across Seattle and Tacoma's Early Music Scene and I Was No Longer Misunderstood.
Before "Grunge ????? A Word That Doesn't Explain What Was Heard and Seen.
1980 Through 1990 Were Lagging Rain Soaking Small Moments Spent Indoors of The Pacific Northwest. Shattering My Ear Drums With a Bunch of Young Guys With Hair To Be Jealous Of In Renton Garages.
The Sound Was Soul Splitting For My Mis-Diagnosed Life Purely Sick of Archaic , Lyricly Challenged, Sound Board Synchranized (Please God Destroy It) Passed Off as Some?? Instruments ??
Guitars Some May Have Had To Steal But It's Ok, If It Detours Music You Can Define Yourself at a Single Time and Space.

God Knew What Was In Store and Is Now Enjoying an Endless Spit With Those Lost Who Sang Like Angels Anyway.
God.... Hear My Prayer and Just Let Me Listen In Case St. Peter Closes The Gate Up There..

Yea! That 14 Yr. Old Blonde Kid and Those 4 or 10 Long Haired Guys Once Roaming The Cold Slippery Seattle Streets Living On Bread and Just Plain Born To Play Their Own Music Anywhere.
Tacoma? Was a Malfunction In Itself But I Was There.

Later... $8.00 Bucks
For Mother Love Bone, A. in Chains Pass Into a (Tiny!) Skinny, Drip Sweating Body Plastering Tavern. Holy F...! Was All I
Could Mutter.
Way .... Back On That (tiny, tiny) Stage Andrew Wood Was So Bright The Rain Stopped and He Literally Sucked The Stars From The Skies.
That Ever So Slight Sticky Muddy Draw'l.
Yes Indeed, I'm Reliving The Love Through a Bunch of Paper, Vinyl and Yes The Extended Cassette.

I'm Blessed I Was Part of It and Couldn't Help Myself From Petitioning You To Go Back There.

Going Through Boxes of 20 Years Ago After Sweating Some Idiot Tossed a Box Full of Misc 80's Stuff From Many Rain Drenched Nights Stumbling Across Seattle and Tacoma's Early Music Scene and I Was No Longer Misunderstood.
Before "Grunge ????? A Word That Doesn't Explain What Was Heard and Seen.
1980 Through 1990 Were Lagging Rain Soaking Small Moments Spent Indoors of The Pacific Northwest. Shattering My Ear Drums With a Bunch of Young Guys With Hair To Be Jealous Of In Renton Garages.
The Sound Was Soul Splitting For My Mis-Diagnosed Life Purely Sick of Archaic , Lyricly Challenged, Sound Board Synchranized (Please God Destroy It) Passed Off as Some?? Instruments ??
Guitars Some May Have Had To Steal But It's Ok, If It Detours Music You Can Define Yourself at a Single Time and Space.

God Knew What Was In Store and Is Now Enjoying an Endless Spit With Those Lost Who Sang Like Angels Anyway.
God.... Hear My Prayer and Just Let Me Listen In Case St. Peter Closes The Gate Up There..

Yea! That 14 Yr. Old Blonde Kid and Those 4 or 10 Long Haired Guys Once Roaming The Cold Slippery Seattle Streets Living On Bread and Just Plain Born To Play Their Own Music Anywhere.
Tacoma? Was a Malfunction In Itself But I Was There.

Later... $8.00 Bucks
For Mother Love Bone, A. in Chains Pass Into a (Tiny!) Skinny, Drip Sweating Body Plastering Tavern. Holy F...! Was All I
Could Mutter.
Way .... Back On That (tiny, tiny) Stage Andrew Wood Was So Bright The Rain Stopped and He Literally Sucked The Stars From The Skies.
That Ever So Slight Sticky Muddy Draw'l.
Yes Indeed, I'm Reliving The Love Through a Bunch of Paper, Vinyl and Yes The Extended Cassette.

I'm Blessed I Was Part of It and Couldn't Help Myself From Petitioning You To Go Back There.