How the Provincial Seattle Grunge Scene Was Misunderstood
Lisa Bessolo
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When I was 14 in 1994, I saw my first “real” show (save for all those all-ages waterfront shows in Tacoma, God bless them) at DV8: Wool, The Melvins, and L7. I thought I had died and gone to my own personal heaven.

It was always sort of depressing to me, looking back, that I missed so many great shows by committing the cardinal sin of being underage within the Seattle city limits, but growing up in the 90s in the Northwest was still, even to my little teenage mind, ridiculously exciting.

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