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Mudhoney
celebrating its 25th year. Where the hell have I been as a
listener all that time? 2013 was the year my ears finally embraced
the band, digging into its sonic evolution. I've taken the plunge,
dug the grunge. Dug their brand of pre-grunge psychedelia, their
proto-grunge punk. You might even say I've become somewhat of a
“Mudhead,” given that I checked Mudhoney out in Portland,
Denver, and Seattle, last year. Touching: I haven't gotten sick of
listening to them just yet. They feel like brothers from another kick-out-the
jams-motherfucker! – if not mother.
Portland
Seattle
Denver
Denver
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Thanks to Duane of The Derelicts for helping me gain backstage access after the Denver show. That signed single made for a great present. (Dig Duane sporting a t-shirt of my friend Johnny Strike's band CRIME.)
