another title option: this entry shamelessly worships a boy named daniel johns
silverchair was just another garage band nursing a homey band name when they were catapulted to fame. their song, tomorrow won a contest and was then released to the hungry world by a radio network. in 1995, they released their first album, Frogstomp (whose album design ranks in my collection of greatest sleeve designs, of which nirvana’s and smashin pumpkins crowd around for equal glory).
in 1995, in my own corner, i was in grade 7 and was devouring rock music thrown my way. silverchair was served to me, i ate their songs up, and i had the all-time high of a teenager wistfully angry.
i remain faithful to daniel johns, the demi-god of my high school days. it’s been a dizzying ride since 1995, and one of the things i hold on to are the creases of his jeans lest i dash my ankle against the pavement.
(chronology of silverchair’s albums: frogstomp, freakshow, neon, ballroom, diorama, young modern). as if you care. 🙂
eva is listening to: pure massacre (frogstomp) = pure bliss