It was 1990. I was 16, and it was my freshman year of college. I'd grown up in a small town in Texas and my musical knowlege was limited to what came through on radio stations from San Antonio and talking with my cousin, who lived in Austin and was, therefore, presumably cooler. I'd had a subscription to Rolling Stone since 1984, for God only knows what reason, since when I first signed up, I w...
As some of you know, I spent the first half of the '90s living in Provo, Utah. I worked at two CD stores during that time and it's quite possible that I sold more CDs by The Sundays than any other band. Perhaps there was a common misinterpretation of the Fourth Commandment but Provo couldn't get enough of The Sundays. Which leads to my story...There was this guy who came in to the CD store one...
--- - |- As some of you know, I spent the first half of the '90s living in Provo, Utah. I worked at two CD stores during that time and it's quite possible that I sold more CDs by The Sundays than any other band. Perhaps there was a common misinterpretation of the Fourth Commandment but Provo couldn't get enough of The Sundays. Which leads to my story... There was this guy who came in to the C...
It was 1990. I was 16, and it was my freshman year of college. I'd grown up in a small town in Texas and my musical knowlege was limited to what came through on radio stations from San Antonio and talking with my cousin, who lived in Austin and was, therefore, presumably cooler. I'd had a subscription to Rolling Stone since 1984, for God only knows what reason, since when I first signed up, I w...