Originally Posted by darthrsg
One day back in the very early 90's my best friend and I were out joyriding in his 1969 Chevy pickup. It was mostly primer and chrome at the time and we spent many a weekend and summer day looking for junkyards to get pieces and parts. Good times to be sure.
On one such day, in mid summer, we ran out of gas. The gas gauge was a piece he had yet to acquire. So we set out on foot well aware the closest town was 20-25 miles away a fact that was lost upon us in part to being under the influence of certain flora native to Earth. Worst case scenario we walked 20-25 miles with the best being some strange soul would give us a lift. We were truly ok with either.
We walked an hour, in the summer heat, on that flat delta backroad stopping to sit a spell and have a smoke and them moving on. Once that newness wore off we took to mutual stoic silence and kept on walking in the gravel shoulder along that barely paved road. Kicking the occasional rock and staring up ahead or behind to see if any car was coming. None to be seen.
Something dark caught my eye a few steps ahead and I bent over to grab it. A cassette tape. TDK brand extra long play with no written label. It looked in good shape so I pocketed it for some reason. Shortly after that an old man stopped to take us to get some gas at his barn and returned us to the Chevy. We added fuel, thanked the old timer, and resumed our day with that story under our belt for another day.
My friend had a Pioneer tape deck installed in the truck with some matching Pioneer truck riders. Sounded like total ass but we liked it anyway. We popped that tape in and decided to listen to whatever was on it all the way to the end, These quickly agreed to hair brained deals are the fires that forge life long pals. What ensued over the next hour or so was Gish and more local flora. After our faces were suitably melted off we are practically yelling at each other over the loud music "WHO IS THIS BAND WHY IS IT SO GOOD!!!?"
The mystery continued. We shared the tape with our like minded friends who agreed it was indeed badass and still had no clue who it was. The tape was background music to many a bonfire and midnight drive.
Some time had passed and we found ourselves on a field trip with school. They usually tried to fit in a mall trip which was the real highlight of the outing. It meant we got to visit a real record store. Be-Bop Record Shop, a local chain of like three locations, none of which were anywhere near me. While browsing the stacks of music I would ask who each artist was that was coming on over the store speakers and promptly go look at the record. I only had enough for one so I had to make it count. This one track came on and the guitar gave me chills so I knew it was good. I inquired of the clerk and found it was Smashing Pumpkins, Mayonnaise. Grabbed the tape paid the clerk and went on to find my friend hashing out his decision in the same way. He had decided on Ritual De Lo Habitual which was a fine choice.
After listening to Siamese Dream like a million times I found myself reading metal mags and Rolling Stone articles and saw mention of Gish. I figured if their second album was this good the first had to be good. The only option I had to get it was a local Radio Shack that had a small section of music and would order things. So I ordered it. I waited a whole week for it and couldn't wait. When it arrived I tore the plastic off and popped it in the Pioneer while my friend fired up the Chevy, now a dark green with clearcoat, and working gas gauge. It popped and hissed that hiss that signaled the album was about to start only audible to the hearing impaired. Low and behold our old friend appeared.
To this very day I wonder, often, how in the hell that album found itself on the side of the road in the Mississippi Delta and about the guy or girl who lost it?