Series of interviews for my Nirvana book: today, the sound engineers; a rambling, instructional foray through the Pacific Northwest and its history with Steve Fisk; a rambling, timely reminder of where the actual sound of Seattle ‘89 came from with Jack Endino; and a rambling, nostalgic look back through early tours and shows with my flatmate Craig Montgomery. We discover a book that seems to be entirely based round Craig’s reminisces - which he’d forgotten about - and quaff a little beer, as cats cosy up round the fire. It’s secure and warm here in the basement. If only my wife was here…

Last night, saw Neko Case dedicate a song to the Tacoma band she used to stalk (Girl Trouble), and drank Maker’s Mark in the company of Kim Warnick and her beaver-headed bandmates. Neko indicates she’s met me before - jellybeans were involved - and most of the people who speak to me are either a) Careless Talk fans, or b) people who had a vested interest in hating me last time I lived in town. Neko was fine; there were a few too many cowboy hats around for my liking; but fine. Her voice didn’t quite transport me as it so obviously did so many members of the sold out venue; and her cover of The Shangri-Las is certainly NOT to die for; but she’s pleasant enough, if pleasant is what you’re after.

Note that on the back cover of the Kurt Cobain biog, they can’t even spell the name of the cover photographer correctly.