#m.uses

I was dragged to the Montreal stop of the Fully Completely tour in '93. I didn't want to give them a chance when there were bars and people alike I'd yet to devour on my trip. Their name certainly didn't help. I went anyway and I was blown back. Transfixed. They had me eating my every word and then some. Like a bar band punching above their weight and takin' it somewhere deeper. 'course there was Gord, playing the tiny bar packed at capacity with the dynamic sweep of an arena show and the intimacy of a poetry open mic. I'd never seen anything like it and became a fan that night.

Cyprus wasn’t the place to be in ‘94, but I still remember that morning in March, the sticky heat in my apartment before I’d made it to the record store a couple of blocks over. When I got Superunknown in my hands, little did I fuckin’ know. Saw soundgarden live more times than I deserved, and audioslave a little less. He was some kinda’ something else every time. His voice was meant for storytelling and, shit, could he weave em.