The first album from Olympia's Excuse 17, imaginatively self-titled, came up on random the other day, and it gave me pause to reflect.
(Note: whenever I open with some shit like that, you know I'm about to cross into "sniffing one's own farts" territory. I'll try to tamp it down.)
I picked up this download years ago from the late, great Pukekos. As a long-time Sleater-Kinney fan, I was well acquainted with 1995's "Such Friends Are Dangerous", but I'd never seen a physical copy of the debut LP until I moved out West a few years ago.
Why did I pause to reflect? Maybe because this came out when I was 17, and the likes of Excuse 17, and the Need, and Heavens to Betsy, and Go Sailor all seemed so much older and more mature back then. I had no idea that most of these folks were my age, or just a couple years ahead of me, that they lived in a town smaller than mine, but that its insular nature fostered creativity. There was no local version of Calvin Johnston or Slim Moon for me to emulate, so I'd get this fear of doing it wrong, even though there was doing it wrong! So much wasted time, where I could have just gotten up and done it, regardless of what that "it" was.
Anyway, here's Carrie Brownstein's second band's first album.
1 comment:
yeah, i like excuse 17 a lot
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