Considering the only other music that came out around that time was created by cheezy dance bands and country stars and let's not forget that this was also near around the time of MC Hammer and Vanilla Ice, even if I was wrong, it was still far, far better than what was out there.
Pearl Jam started me. Soon thereafter, I had everything ever produced by Soundgarden, Mother Love Bone, Mudhoney, Alice In Chains, Screaming Trees, Temple of the Dog, and of course, Nirvana. All brought to me by one man who tried as he might, to run a store that sold music of the likes no one in Sudbury could find elsewhere.
I tried finding Nirvana's first album in places like Sam the Record Man and Music World before '93 to no avail. Couldn't find anything other than what the mainstream considered the whole of the grunge scene - three measly albums. Nirvana's Nevermind, Pearl Jam's Ten and Soundgarden's BadMotorFinger.
I followed the music scene as much as someone from a small town nearly across the continent could. I still stand by my views that it was a voice for my generation, even if half the people from my generation (or at least where I lived) didn't get that. It summed up our mood, our views, our apathy, our anger, our fear... Maybe I read more into it than others (considering a good portion of my youth during this time also included "puff and beverages"), maybe I'm missing something. Maybe others are missing something, maybe no one read between the lines. But as much as I hate my past. As much as I never want to relive my youth, high school, my life when I was with Huck-Thewpth (George), or my drug and alcohol filled summer and weekends, and all the screwed up things that went along with it, I try every chance I get to relive that feeling of pure bliss I used to experience back then when I would pop a Nirvana tape into my walkman and sit in the dark, feeling the bass vibrate my head and feeling totally at peace.