One Night. 3 Bands. I went to a concert at a place called 'The Cathouse' in LA, CA back in the day...Rikki Rachtman still has his hands in the Cathouse franchise at the time.....the word on the street was these bands were from Seattle...supposedly the new hotbed of talent in the music world.....and this was their first appearance in LA. Hairspray bands and spadex were still running rampant on the LA strip.....Lita Ford and her boyfriend from W.A.S.P, Chris, were drunk at the bar and cursing at each other, as usual. So, I was hoping for something...anything different. Two buddies of mine in A&R had stopped signing hair bands several months before and were looking for something original. Well, we got it! Through the stench of unwashed bodies and patchouli...obviously imported from the Seattle area along with some foreign substances usually grown in poppy fields.....post hippie depression complaint rock was born. I witnessed what I knew was a serious change in the music industry. Nirvana, Pearl Jam and Mother Love Bone...on the same stage....took our breath away (literally).
My best friend and I still mention it from time to time. What we usually refer to in that experience is the complete polarity of the situation...how everyone in the club that night was transfixed, mesmerized and bedazzled. We could tell Curt and the lead singer from MLB were heroine users and Eddie....well he was high on something.... ;) We had made a prediction that morning at about 4am in Canter's Deli that 2 out of the 3 would be dead from an overdose or worse within 5 years. Unfortunately, we were right....... and that's how legends begin....