i recognize that the butthole surfers have a wide and distinguished catalog (though i must admit to being largely unfamiliar with it). technically though, they are a one hit wonder.
i will also admit to this track being semi-omnipresent during the summer of `96, and that summer being awesome.
the first show i went to as a semi-sentient musical being (not including that aerosmith show during their get a grip tour [don't say a word]) was hole playing first avenue. in my defense, live through this was a halfway decent album for a 13 year old that had basically worshiped kurt cobain. that said, veruca salt opened for them, and i thought their set kicked ass. my first hipster moment was when this track hit the airwaves after i'd already been digging on this album for awhile.
i've been meaning to dig this out for awhile...
yeah, we might as well do this...
i hold no particular love for this song, nor the band (or ezra, whomever they are). however, this song takes me back to good times when the radio played this song far more than it deserved, and a night when a younger joe had comp tickets to these guys headlining a first ave show that we went to for no good reason, and the memories of said night that i won't get into.
If you listen to this song like you have never heard if before you might not hate it.
Or maybe you still will.
so, no one's paying attention? good. then i'll play one of my favorite OHW's from the 90's:
i never listened to anything else by these guys, but this song was pretty sweet (i loved that half measure they threw in there).