Fateful Days

The year was 1995, and the Wal-Mart was a recent addition to the sleepy town of North Bend, Oregon, and was not quite the woeful beacon of the underclass that it is today. I was finishing up my junior year in high school, and I had convinced my parents of my need to get new music.

“One album,” was apparently the official decree, and after spending many minutes of searching, I narrowed it down to the horns of the following dilemma:

The one good radio station in town was the “Good Times, Great Oldies” station, and MTV was already well into it’s “Real World” phase of not playing any new music, so journeys like this were my only chance to learn that something more existed beyond the veil.

On the one hand, there stood the first Foo Fighters album. I’d been a pretty big Nirvana fan, like everyone else of my time and place, and this was the first Foo Fighters effort, so I was naturally quite curious. On the other hand, there stood this newly-minted album called, charmingly, “Wowee Zowee”…

I’d certainly heard of Pavement. From my brother, of course, for whom they’d outstayed their welcome after “Slanted and Enchanted”, but I’d never really heard them at all.

By whatever stroke of fate, “Wowee Zowee” made the cut, and although it would be another three months of spinning this record before I cracked the code that made it one of my definitively Favorite Albums of All Time, and Pavement a member of my personal rock pantheon, I took the road that offered more resistance, and that has made all the difference.

In hindsight, although I’ve never disliked a Foo Fighters song, I’ve still never picked up that album, nor any others. I may not know what I’m missing, but should my stylus’ needle wear tired of this world, there are certainly more to tread.

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