After a particularly bad year, bad for a lot of reasons, in which I stopped listening to the wireless and just looked at any of my CDs, I have been rediscovering my passion for RAWK. I look like I'm finding a part of my identity that was stuck in a tree and covered in dust. Bonus: my head is flaming with fiction again! This week I design to do most of my blogging over next door at my other blog. 
I'm going to save about some records I bought over the summer (Yes we yet promise them RECORDS in our family) and why this stuff makes me feel happeeeee. I'm going to say you about my dear friends Ozzy and Stroke and some talented Finnish men. But first, because I'm feeling generous, I'd care to say you near a lot I've loved for damn near twenty years.
I'd heard rumblings and whispers of Soundgarden getting back together but I generally don't get too excited until it really happens. This sounded pretty legit: there were concert dates for Soundgarden at Lollapalooza. Basically I just figured there goes another once in a lifetime concert event we didn't get toand decided to get on with my life. Then one morn I was on my way out of Stratford after winning the kids to train early for band practice and I heard the unmistakeable wailing and slaughter of Thayil, Cornell, Cameron & Shepherd, or as we referred to them round here, The Black Sabbath Of The Nineties. Only thing is, I didn't know the song. I cranked it up as cheap as my mom's car could manage it, but I didn't recognize it. I wondered if it was from some early album I wasn't as intimate with. But it didn't sound like it was recorded pre-90s. Then the DJ said the two magic words, "New Soundgarden" and I could barely stay in the car.
The future time we were in town, I sent my boy into the book store with a fist full of cash and orders to GET IT. (Yeah, parental advisory and all. I used to make mix CDs from my favourites with just the non-sweary songs, but these kids are teenagers now so I'm over it. Here, have a scene of Chris Cornell from the early 90s when he didn't wear a shirt very often. 
They must get done some epic concerts this past summer, but I'll take to decide for the pictures from their site.
So I've been driving about in my mom's car, possibly ruin the speakers, and forgetting to play it backward to radio before I close the car off. she was a little offended by the lyrics in the choir of "Big Dumb Sex" but we laughed about it later.
I'm so glad I'm not mad at music anymore. I don't love what caused our falling out, or when it started. I'm just happy we're speaking again.
Catch ya at the other blog when I'm done composing my account of Soundgarden...
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