about once a year, i fondly recall a very nice young man driving all the way from madison to oregon to pick me up. we hung out on state street and i remember that he bought a new cd from the exclusive company. we listened to the whole thing while driving around the country and i remember the awe that i had for the noise involved.
every year or so i just can’t pry that band name out of the annals of my grey matter, now that i have, i need to blog about it at once in order to stop this brain problem. it was negativland, and i have yet to procure my own ear candy; it’s been 18 years.
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