perhaps it was reading Huck Finn that sent me spelunking as in Hannibal MO into the Earthwise storage catacombs unearthing a press clipping IRA call from years ago about one of my favorite bands to it and it’s actually a sports column in an underground rag number 5 North Carolina 24 in five median SATs score entering students 1118 entering basketball players 787. Rasheed Wallace and Jerry Stackhouse unlikely to stick around for Tarheel sheepskins, forsaking Chapel Hill scene for NBA green and beast merching dean of cleans relatively glittery grad rate – come on guys Superchunk stayed in Dand bang bang. (“superchunk stayed indie”)
edit to add, the next day: I was actually sent into relative motion in the Einstein sense by the fact that Tim Luhrs has archived about 1,000 Medeski Martin and Wood shows, and about 200 posters, flyers and stubs. That sent me crate-digging for this:
ok i admit I am conflating “foolish” with “like a fool” oops.
and normally when I am discussing this, or digressing from this, I mention that MMW played The Cub two days after an AFI show and one day after Cake, a harmonic convergence of unsurpassable esteem, given the number of dark nights at the defunct high school auditorium, sort of like Twin Primes or triplets on the zeta landscape; we sold 1,000 tickets in three nights, out of like 10,000 for the entire 150-show, six-year series run. But here I am trying to say I am maybe the only guy equally “gaga” for Superchunk and MMW, with the possble caveat or worth mentioning that Billy Martin Illy B is from Chapel Hill.