Pitchfork Book Club highlights today’s best new music books. Throughout my early life, no matter where I lived, the underground music I loved remained tantalizingly out of reach.
During my teenage years in Portland, Oregon, I pined for distant punk scenes, yet by the time I moved to the Northeast in 1989, that region’s glory days had faded.
Then, in 1993, I spent six months in Annapolis, Maryland, within spitting distance of the D.C. hardcore scene—my Mecca, my Rome, my Eden—only to discover that the “Revolution Summer” of 1985, emo’s Year Zero, was little more than a memory.
And grunge only kicked off after I left the Pacific Northwest. Wherever I happened to be, the action always seemed to be somewhere else.
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