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Serve the Servants
October 3rd, 1987
The door to the beleaguered apartment swung open, opening to graffiti covered walls and a short and curiously handsome 20 year old, who stood brushing his hair from his face with one hand and placing his other hand across the door frame, blocking the path into the dwelling.
"So," the young man began, "what did you think of the tape?"
The man standing opposite to the young man, a six-foot seven inch goofy looking fellow with a shock of long, dark hair and an easy grin,rolled his eyes. This was the greeting he had gotten for the last few months when he would turn up at his friends' apartment.
"Come on man," the tall man began, "let me in."The shorter man would not relent.
"When are you going to listen to the tape? It's been almost six months!" The tape in question was a crudely made demo that the tall man had been handed by the shorter man on one of thecountless days they spent watching their idols, a band called The Melvins, practice. The tape had the words "FECAL MATTER" scrawled on the front of it.
"What if I told you that I listened to the tape, and I came over here to tell you what I thought?" The shorter man's face immediately lit up.
"Don't bullshit me, man. If you're saying you listened to it just so you can eat my food and sit on my couch, I'll fuck you up." The taller man laughed and reaffirmed that he had, indeed, listened to it. The shorter man removed his arm from the doorway, not that it would have prevented the taller man from entering the apartment if he had really wanted to, and the tall man sat down on the couch in question, apiece of furniture that may have been olderthan him by twenty years.
"So," the shorter man exclaimed, "what did you think?" The taller man shook his head.
"Can't a man have a second to relax? It's been a loooooong day." Looking up, he saw that the shorter man was bearing down on him, so he put his hands up in mock surrender and laughed.
"Okay, okay, no more waiting." Again, he let a second pass so that he could see the anticipation bubbling over on his friends' face. "I really liked it. I really, really liked it." The shorter man looked unconvinced.
"No kidding?" The taller man got serious, as he always did when he talked about music.
"No lie. It's exactly what I've been trying to do myself. I just haven't' had the ability to put it into music, and it looks like that's your gift. But the sound, the sound that you captured there, well, it's something special. It really is."
"Krist, you don't know how much that means. No one in this hick town understands the sound I'm going for. They want that shitty hair metal. That's not me, and clearly that's not you either."
"Well," Krist said, reaching for the bass guitar he had left in the apartment last time he had visited, "let's get to work."
Kurt Cobain picked up his guitar, and the duo began, hammering on their guitars, hoping that they would find what they were looking for - the sound.
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October 7th, 1987
Article published in the New York Times
Fight for Senate Leadership Dividing Democrats
After Robert Byrd (D-WV) announced that he was retiring from leadership in the Senate, a minor race has appeared for his spot among Democrats.
Left-wing senator, 1984 presidential candidate, and Senate Majority Whip Alan Cranston and Maine Senator George Mitchell have entered into a contest for the position.
While many say that Mitchell is a safer choice due to his moderate views and polling indicating that he is running extremely well in his race for reelection, Cranston is leading a surprisingly solid campaign despite his narrow win for reelection in 1986 and his apparent radicalism.
Many have credited this to Cranston’s long political career and his position as Whip; however, Cranston’s success remains to be seen, as some are reluctant to vote for him due to his more left-wing positions.
It is unknown at this time who will become the next to climb the ladder in the Democratic leadership, but whoever wins will most likely become the next Majority Leader, as the Democrats are almost assured to maintain their majority.
The door to the beleaguered apartment swung open, opening to graffiti covered walls and a short and curiously handsome 20 year old, who stood brushing his hair from his face with one hand and placing his other hand across the door frame, blocking the path into the dwelling.
"So," the young man began, "what did you think of the tape?"
The man standing opposite to the young man, a six-foot seven inch goofy looking fellow with a shock of long, dark hair and an easy grin,rolled his eyes. This was the greeting he had gotten for the last few months when he would turn up at his friends' apartment.
"Come on man," the tall man began, "let me in."The shorter man would not relent.
"When are you going to listen to the tape? It's been almost six months!" The tape in question was a crudely made demo that the tall man had been handed by the shorter man on one of thecountless days they spent watching their idols, a band called The Melvins, practice. The tape had the words "FECAL MATTER" scrawled on the front of it.
"What if I told you that I listened to the tape, and I came over here to tell you what I thought?" The shorter man's face immediately lit up.
"Don't bullshit me, man. If you're saying you listened to it just so you can eat my food and sit on my couch, I'll fuck you up." The taller man laughed and reaffirmed that he had, indeed, listened to it. The shorter man removed his arm from the doorway, not that it would have prevented the taller man from entering the apartment if he had really wanted to, and the tall man sat down on the couch in question, apiece of furniture that may have been olderthan him by twenty years.
"So," the shorter man exclaimed, "what did you think?" The taller man shook his head.
"Can't a man have a second to relax? It's been a loooooong day." Looking up, he saw that the shorter man was bearing down on him, so he put his hands up in mock surrender and laughed.
"Okay, okay, no more waiting." Again, he let a second pass so that he could see the anticipation bubbling over on his friends' face. "I really liked it. I really, really liked it." The shorter man looked unconvinced.
"No kidding?" The taller man got serious, as he always did when he talked about music.
"No lie. It's exactly what I've been trying to do myself. I just haven't' had the ability to put it into music, and it looks like that's your gift. But the sound, the sound that you captured there, well, it's something special. It really is."
"Krist, you don't know how much that means. No one in this hick town understands the sound I'm going for. They want that shitty hair metal. That's not me, and clearly that's not you either."
"Well," Krist said, reaching for the bass guitar he had left in the apartment last time he had visited, "let's get to work."
Kurt Cobain picked up his guitar, and the duo began, hammering on their guitars, hoping that they would find what they were looking for - the sound.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
October 7th, 1987
Article published in the New York Times
Fight for Senate Leadership Dividing Democrats
After Robert Byrd (D-WV) announced that he was retiring from leadership in the Senate, a minor race has appeared for his spot among Democrats.
Left-wing senator, 1984 presidential candidate, and Senate Majority Whip Alan Cranston and Maine Senator George Mitchell have entered into a contest for the position.
While many say that Mitchell is a safer choice due to his moderate views and polling indicating that he is running extremely well in his race for reelection, Cranston is leading a surprisingly solid campaign despite his narrow win for reelection in 1986 and his apparent radicalism.
Many have credited this to Cranston’s long political career and his position as Whip; however, Cranston’s success remains to be seen, as some are reluctant to vote for him due to his more left-wing positions.
It is unknown at this time who will become the next to climb the ladder in the Democratic leadership, but whoever wins will most likely become the next Majority Leader, as the Democrats are almost assured to maintain their majority.
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