I practically had Mike Score's iconic hairstyle.

And yet oddly he was the one who raaaan, ran so far awaaaay….

That never happened, Ms. Hatfield.

Funny generational thing: My anti-Bush t-shirt had the elder, more wrinkly Bush on it. We're talkin' 1st Gulf War, G. The saving grace was that I was from a fairly pro-labor/union working-class region, so anti-Republican stuff went over okay with the general populace.
[Edit: my anti-Bush Sr. t- actually had a cartoon…

I feel your pain. I was into the exact same music at the same time, in a small school where "Pour Some Sugar on Me" was considered the height of cool—though I have to say, I made a successful effort to convert a number of my friends to the Pixies. (Surfer Rosa and Doolittle are basically musical crack.) I used to…

I turned my brother onto Brian Eno when I was two.

And you as well. Cheers!

I've always suspected as much. I'm not a frequent commenter, though—this topic just hit a happy nerve. My brother and I both like to acknowledge how much we gained from each other, taste-wise.

Still in Minneapolis. And you?

The Violent Femmes first album was something the cool 9th graders in my school got us geeky little 7th graders into. That's how that worked for me.

I'm originally from northern MN, (which we simply call Up Nort'), so my Twin Cities visits to my college-aged brother were few and far between, as were my early concerts. Most of my best concert experiences happened when I was here in my 20's, and that's just too damn many to mention.

Way cooler than mine, which was also First Ave. at age 14 (or 15, can't remember), but was the considerably less-legendary band The Meatmen. They were hilarious, but not good. Opening was some punk group who had a song out called "St. Paul Hard-core," which my brother thought was funny because he didn't think there…

My roommates used to make fun of my cassette copy of Pretty on the Inside. Dicks.

Wow, I'd forgotten about the Love connection. That's awesome. If you see Lori, apologize to her from the (former) idiot busboy at Ichiban Japanese Steakhouse, because that idiot was me.

Nope, just shacking up with Babes in Toyland.

Did you ever have that dream where five beautiful girls robbed you? And you were so damn bad, so damn bad….

Nice. One of my best friends now lives in the same building as Grant Hart. But no actual personal connections like that, sadly. (We're not musicians, just former scenesters.)

The brother was the right age to randomly run into Paul Westerberg at bars, back in the day. So the whole Minneapolis music scene of the mid-late '80s: 'Mats, Hüskers, plus things like Pixies and Sonic Youth. I remember for my 13th birthday he got me copies of Sorry Ma, Hootenanny, and Zen Arcade.

I just recently started listening to these guys and was rather floored when I realized they covered this song. The title of this article nicely sums up my reaction. Can't believe I ignored these guys for so long — I'm not always so stupid.

Remember what happens to a kid who tells on another kid.