One message from one random person that, from what I read, he probably wouldn’t be able to find anyway, isn’t going to make John Cook feel any better. Fuck it, I’m gonna write it anyway:
I’ve got PTSD from the time John made me vet a story involving treason as a possible consequence, in 30 min., while HD was away. Also, once he and I were arguing and he threw out “black’s law dictionary” as a response. I’ve loved working with John but man, has he made me work!
I went to high school with John Cook. Can confirm that his status as an asshole is nothing new.
Unless your lucky, or really unlucky, you don’t get a lot of moments in your life when you can bring to mind exactly what it felt like to be in your body when something changed. I remember what the soles of my shoes felt like braced against the linoleum hospital room floor on the afternoon my first son was born, and I…
Beautiful piece John. I feel all of this.
Been listening to Zen Arcade today after yesterday’s Candy Apple Grey, Flip Your Wig and Warehouse.
In 87 I was 11 and Guns N Roses was my entire existence :(
Nearly perfect. Just change that “your” to “you’re” in the paragraph where you mention “New Day Rising” and you’ll be golden.
Moving to Louisville Kentucky in the late 80s was not looking too great for a kid in his mid teens. After nearly a whole semester as an outcast I happened to get asked to sit with the skateboarders at lunch. I rode vert on bmx bikes(I too was called fag many times!) That was a Friday and it changed my life. A…
Great article. I had that experience when an older kid down the street played How Soon is Now on the record player the day after Christmas.
Great article. Candy Apple Grey changed me forever.
Not only did they not meet you with the top down, unless maybe it was the day before, on that day, NC had a very rare measurable snow event. Chapel Hill would have had about 6 inches of snow/sleet, and the DTH review says that kept people from getting there. I got very few snow days growing up, and that definitely…
This was a worthwhile read. Funny how sometimes we can remember a single event so vividly while other while months bleed into one another.
Nice write up.
I’m a few years younger than you, but I spent a lot of summers as a kid at soccer camp being called a fag for listening to punk and grunge, and this really hit home. Thanks.
Wow, this is terrible news. I saw Husker Du in Chicago on the same tour. I’m just glad I got to see them, even if they were a mess.
Unless your lucky, or really unlucky, you don’t get a lot of moments in your life when you can bring to mind exactly what it felt like to be in your body when something changed.
This made my chest hurt.
Beautiful! Thank you!