My name is Everett True. That means little or nothing to you. That is how it should be. Ephemeral. Transient. Pissing futilely in the face of Bruce Springsteen fans the world over, sooner or later our light dims and you get big gaudy flashing neon replacement signs that read, READ ALL ABOUT IT! 100 GREATEST PACIFIC NORTHWEST BANDS OF ALL TIME EXCLUSIVE TO ONLY A THOUSAND WEBSITES TODAY.
You’re too busy celebrating the fifth anniversary of the 10th anniversary of the fifth anniversary of the fourth anniversary of the first anniversary of when record companies the world over realised they could make money by continuing to flog a dead horse (Nirvana) from here (Olympia) to the next millennium. That’s good. That’s as it should be. You’ve got shit taste in music anyway.