We loved whale. Well, Craig and I did. They opened for Blur at Axis. They had that semi-hit with “Hobo Humpin Slobo Babe,” but in 1994, we really loved “Pay for me.” We loved the video, we loved the lead singer’s braces, their strange scandanavian mix of metal and rap and britpop. Craig, Keith, Jussi and I all lived together on Higgins street in Allston, by the Burger King. We’d have picnics on the porch. We’d go look at the hogs that our neighbor kept in his or her yard. We’d eat at the Big Burrito every day. Ah, post college life. All these can-do kids scurrying to get jobs at startups or ad agencies don’t know the joys of $200 a month rent, being in a band, working at a copy shop and doing fuck all with your time. Truck time. Bacon bacon bacon bacon. Man Ray. Jussi as a designated driver. It was lovely.
Whale shouldn’t be a good band. I often wonder what it is I like about them, but I am still happy when they come on.