Wish You Were Here: An Essential Guide to Your Favorite Music Scenes—from Punk to Indie and Everything in Between
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A snarky, fact-filled look at the people and places that made the indie/punk scene what it is today
The American underground music scene is exploding everywhere—not just in New York City and L.A. (although we've got those cities covered too!):
In Washington, D.C. . . . Ian MacKaye and Fugazi inspired the straightedge culture, which had kids everywhere drawing black X's on their hands in magic marker.
In Omaha, Nebraska . . . A young Conor Oberst, aka Bright Eyes, started writing and performing gut-wrenching love songs at the tender age of thirteen.
On Long Island, New York . . . Taking Back Sunday and Brand New battled for emo supremacy and the fragile hearts of a million teenage girls.
From the coauthor of the cult-worthy Everybody Hurts: An Essential Guide to Emo Culture comes Wish You Were Here—a combination travel guide and tortured history covering everything from what constitutes proper rock critic etiquette in Minneapolis to why pop-punk bands in Chicago have so much suburban angst, to how freegans in the Bay Area can feed themselves on a budget that would make frugal Rachael Ray's face blush.
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launched Dischord Direct, an in-house distribution ser vice that helped other local bands and labels (like DeSoto and Lovitt) get their albums in stores. Dischord then reaped the benefi ts of the ’90s alt-rock boom and garnered a lot of media attention for launching the careers of Jawbox and Shudder to Th ink, both of which eventually signed with major labels and released albums the mainstream music-buying public could’ve cared less about. Unfazed, Dischord continued to do what they did
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four digits of your social security number, or the year Minor Th reat called it quits, then there’s a good chance you’re a D.C. elder statesman. Still not sure if this sec- tion applies to you? Why not read on to determine if any of the follow- ing things are starting to occur in your life—or if you’re on the verge of becoming totally senile. ✓ YOU LIVE IN MOUNT PLEASANT In D.C., Mount Pleasant is where all aging scenesters go to die. Okay, they’re probably years from kicking the bucket,
rough-and-tumble “Victory sound” often talked about by fans and industry insiders. However, as Victory grew more and more successful, Brummel’s business tactics were soon called into question and some of his big- gest sellers wanted out. Lawyers were called, lawsuits were fi led, and some bands ceased to release music for years at a time. Th is is where things get kinda tricky, because I defi nitely don’t want the big bulldog (aka Tony) to open a can of whoop-ass on my book-writing tush,