In the suburbs, Nirvana Unplugged was the album for a year. Every household on a Friday night. It was played much more than In Utero straight. Nobody ever complained.
Though I would drive down Sheridan Road late listening to "Black."
Though I would drive down Sheridan Road late listening to "Black."
And now this album isn't so much nostalgia. But a wake-up call. A reminder.
Can't wait to hear it fresh.
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