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Recommended Reading At that age, I had never been anywhere but Texas and Colorado. Seattle was some mysterious place that magically manufactured the world’s best musicians. And I was full on obsessed.
http://thecrescenthotel.com/motyzka/4180 Through consuming everything I could about Nirvana, I kept coming across the Melvins name…but I never got into them until well into my twenties. They weren’t on the radio, MTV, or in Rolling Stone…and my occasional $20 record store allowance only bought Nirvana, Soundgarden, and Alice in Chains.
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About halfway through the set I experienced something that is luckily a rarity for me these days, a stomach ache that comes out of nowhere like someone punched me in the gut. It wouldn’t leave me alone for the rest of the set; so I stood there and literally felt like the music. When I was that 13 year old Nirvana freak, my friends used to call me Buffy (as in the vampire slayer) because I used to get these before something bad would happen (I also got mistaken for Sarah Michelle Gellar from about age 8-22). Kurt Cobain suffered from an undiagnosed stomach condition, too. I really hope something bad isn’t about to happen, because I don’t know how much more I can handle.