I am too cool to listen to Everclear. Everclear, those crap mongers who would live beside the ocean leave you far behind in like 1995. During they're heyday I was listening mainly to Screeching Weasel, whose heyday was occuring at about the same time. Three weeks ago I was inexplicable drawn like a moth to a fucking lightbulb to the Everclear official website. And ladies, it's bad, too. I would not recommend a visit. Lots of soul patchery and fake fade jeans and band logo thongs--what Matt Dillon's character called "beer and lifestyle music" in the movie Singles just a few years before the mutual Everclear, Screeching Weasel heyday. I suppose I did appreciate them then for ushering out grunge, which I found and still find unrelatable. The radio was not so unsafe anymore.
1990s
