Holy shit, do you remember the ’90s? Yes, we have gone on record as saying this was one of the shoddiest decades of all time, mostly because the reign of King Clinton, sweet as it was, lulled us all into a false sense that everybody had a voice and that we were all important and unique, like millions of little snowflakes. The wages of this sin were paid in Collective Soul records and Jennifer Aniston haircuts, of course, but as time goes on, we miss the little things: Going to the old Philadelphia Record Exchange to buy Grifters and Sleepyhead seven-inches. Reading Chickfactor. The ready availability of psychedelics and sex with exes. The movie Half-Cocked captures this lazy, slackazoid time perhaps better than any film of the ’90s did, and certainly better than, say, Feeling Minnesota, which we caught on TBS last night and was just plain embarassing. Anyway, Half-Cocked is playing at International House this Friday night, and we have a pair of tickets for a lucky reader. Do you believe in the old ways? Do you still have the Archers Of Loaf seven-inch with the copy of Stay Free! fanzine attached. Then come on in, my friend: You are welcome here. To enter, send an email to ihopeiwin[at]philebrity[dot]com with “LOOKIN’ CALIFORNIA, FEELIN’ CHICKFACTOR” in the subject header. We’ll pick a winner on Friday morning and let you know where you’ll be flyin’ the flannel. And on a more serious note: If anyone has digitized versions of any of the Barbara Manning singles from this era, please get at us. Thank you.

This entry was posted on Wednesday, February 21st, 2007 at 2:52 pm.