I am getting really bad at this time travelling thing. I can't believe I am three days behind as I write this. It's not the 14th, it's the 16th, but what do you know anyway, internet reader, not that it really matters...

When I was in middle school my best friend was big into Nirvana, but I never got into them. He'd keep insisting on how awesome they were but I never really believed him. He'd play Floyd the Barber for me and while the darkness of the song and riff appealed to me (as I was going through my dress all in black/Nine Inch Nails obsession phase), I never felt any sort of urge to sit down and actually listen to Nirvana until high school. I am not sure who or what inspired me to dive into their work but, I did, and I was entranced for a while.

Now-a-days when I feel like listening to Nirvana, I listen to Bleach. Nirvana and In Utero are too... something. Polished? Whatever. Grunge should be dirty and loud, it should be angsty and vulgar, and Bleach is all those things.

Another good reason for liking Bleach over all the other Nirvana albums is that when I play songs off of it (especially this one), people who are "familiar with Nirvana" (e.g. they grew up around Nirvana because they heard it on KROQ all the time) always say, "Who is this?" and I say, "This is Nirvana," and they say, "Really? This doesn't sound like any Nirvana I've ever heard," and I say, "That's because you fucking suck and don't know shit about music."

So, I tell you, listen to Bleach, and then make smug pretentious comments about how Nirvana was truly excellent before Butch Vig got his fangs in them and crafted Nevermind around Kurt Cobain's nervous-sad energy.

Don't listen to the lyrics.