I first saw this movie in the early 90's when I was just a fledgling La Sallian college kid. This was like heaven opening and giving me a glimpse of how life should be. It was all to happen in Seattle.
Now I have the bourgeoning album collection, the Doc Martens, the black leggings and the cute hat, the java haunts and money to spare for an Alice in Chains show but alas, this wannabe-Janet Livermore is sixteen years too late, on the opposite coast and past the 25-year mark. Despite it all, the yearning to do something bizarre is still thumping in my chest cavity like a badmotorfinger.
Somewhere, somehow that apartment, that life, and most of all that soundtrack exists- a Gen-Xanadu where one sips coffee with Ament, Gossard and Vedder while reading the paper and they hang out in your couch watching NatGeo and Chris Cornell in all his long-maned glory is a next-door neighbor just passing through. It's gotta be out there somewhere.
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