Sub-Normal Pop

JEESUS!!!! I Nearly pooped.

Scary news of the day; Sub Pop turned 25 years old yesterday. This news is disturbing the Force greatly.

I remember the halcyon days of Mudhoney, Nirvana, Afgham Whigs, Sleater Kinney and Codeine (who I saw once playing in Eliot College dining hall to an audience of 6).

Thing is, with the obvious exception of Kurt Cobain, they are probably all old and weird looking now. Mudhoney played at the top of the Seattle Space Needle at the birthday party, and sort of managed to look reasonable and not too much like the american equivalent of real ale drinkers (beardy weirdy wearing faded too-small t-shirts with obscure logos).

At least they haven't let themselves go as far as poor Jay Mascis (Dinosaur Sr - Hah, I crack me up) who looks like a shortsighted version of Gandalf the White. I'd be afraid of hip breakage occuring in the midst of an epic rendition of Little Fury Things (or maybe Little Things That Make Jay Furious...for instance toffees he can't chew, bus queues, people who don't remember rationing, the light channel and that bloody Hitler....)