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School of fish first invaded my stereo when I was a sophomore in high-school. At first I really liked them, because the soupy and elongated guitar riffs sent me to a dreamy underworld of teen fascination. But then bands like Peral Jam came out and took this grungy business mainstream to the point where all I got for Christmas was flannel shirts and woven leather belts from the Gap. It sucked. It got so bad that when someone stuck a School of Fish stiker on my binder, I kicked stomped his toes. I hear that the lead singer passed though, and for that I am very sad.
posted August 31, 2004 at 04:00:56 PM
Have you ever done that? I hadn't either until I got heavy into Ashra. I recommend turning the lights really low, drinking a half-bottle of warm champaign, and then turning Ash Ra Tempel up full blast. Hidelberg, komme ich her!
posted August 31, 2004 at 02:49:07 PM
Aint no Future in Your Frontin' becamne a a part of the slang lexicon of the ealry 90's. It probably didn't have as much widespread appeal as Hip Hop Hooray, but when you really think about how lame 'Hip Hop Hooray' sounds, MC Breed was way more right on than people think. And even OPP--that was dumb too. Maybe I just never liked Naughty By Nature... and geez, their name was terrible as well.
posted August 31, 2004 at 12:03:36 PM
I remember the summer of 1989 when a good friend of mine convinced the "Where? The Warehouse" employee to sell us Move Something, even though it was marked as explicit. The album had been out for a couple of years, but we hadn't wised up to the knowledge kicked by Fresh Kid Ice. I have to say, that summer I took a crash course on nasty trash talking, and have never been the same. Thanks for ruining me, Brother Marquis!
posted August 31, 2004 at 12:09:57 PM
I spent the entire summer of 1997 living on the couch at a friend's house in Manhattan Beach, surfing all day, eating cheese-burgers all night, and listening to Empire Tomato Ketchup non-stop. It was a summer of unemployment, and the sweet and Frenchy vocals really defined the general lazy and can-do-no-wrong mood of the era. Not quite at the foot of the millennium, not an election year, no Olympics or World Cup, 1997 had a good feel to it—a whimsical and unscheduled feel. Not event driven, and not rushed in the least. Just sun, sand, and stero-lab.
posted August 31, 2004 at 12:29:02 PM



Howard Phillips Lovecraft was born in 1890 in Providence, Rhode Island. Despite turbulent formative years (his father died at an early age) Lovecraft showed a great aptitude for literature, reading prolifically and supposedly writing his first story around the age of six. Following the death of his grandfather in 1904 (who had effectively taken over the role of father figure for the young boy), Lovecraft was forced into a period of financial hardship and subsequently fell into mental decline, suffering a nervous breakdown at the age of 18 in 1908. He then spent a number of years as a recluse, still writing poetry and pursuing his interest in astronomy.
He became increasingly interested in 'pulp' magazines, eventually taking to writing his own short stories, culminating in a number of them being published in Weird Tales, one of the most popular pulp fiction magazines of the time. A recurring theme in his tales was that of a supremely powerful force of evil, Great Cthulhu, who lay dormant underground and awaited the time when he would return to power and lay waste to the Earth. This background story, along with the tales of the Great Old Ones and the mythical and cursed book The Necronomicon, subsequently developed into what is now commonly known as the Cthulhu Mythos.
Lovecraft died relatively young in 1937, having never had a proper book published (his stories appearing in magazines and other compendiums). Since then, countless horror authors have found his work a major inspiration, rightly making Lovecraft one of the most influential authors of the 20th century.