I put on some of his music, which leads down a rabbit hole: Soundgarden, to Alice in Chains, to Pearl Jam, to Screaming Trees, to Nirvana, etc., etc., and so on.
And like the gradual transition into the Other World in a fantasy book, I feel the past rise up: my youth, like an open throat straight from belly to heart to mouth, the soul a shout. Up and out, to dance at the show, the music pounding around me, anger and passion and confusion, all embodied in a dude up on stage that I so desperately wanted to be.
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One year ago: Some Things Never Go Out of Style
Two years ago: Food of the Gods
Three years ago: Pregnancy Dreams
Four years ago: Red Head Probs
Eight years ago: 5/18/09 - My Feral Girlfriend Sustained No Injuries
Nine years ago: 5-18-08 It's Not Okay
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