Last night I skulked like Gollum out from under the mountain to go hear the only band with the clout to motivate me to attend a show since the Schwarzenegger administration. That band is Bottomless Pit, whose latest album Shade Perennial I deemed the best of 2013 and who are one of the great true rock bands playing today.
Gearing up for the show I went back and delved into the music of the band from which Bottomless Pit arose, Silkworm. Silkworm were Nineties indie rock greats who, despite being on the now legendary label Matador, never managed to pull together the following of their contemporaries (all of whom will proclaim their love for the band). My favorite album of theirs is 1996′s Firewater. “Drunk,” its second track, is a tirade against an asshole drunk on an album full of songs about asshole drunks, but listening to it this time — and I listen to it pretty regularly, because I love Firewater — I suddenly and vividly remembered the first time I heard it, and I realized that for me it’s one of the most formative songs of my most formative decade.