My Peak 90s Moment
What about it?
Chuck Taylors, Baja hoodie, dyed hair, and a surly look in front of Subpop is probably me at my most 90s. My mom took me to Seattle the summer after 8th grade on a musical pilgrimage. We spent hours looking for Jimi Hendrix’s grave and gave up when the sprinklers turned on. We got chased out of Kurt Cobain’s driveway. I sat outside the original Crocodile Cafe (couldn’t go in, I wasn’t old enough).
Good times, cool mom.