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The very first rock band I ever interviewed was named Babushka.

Hey!

Memory glance!

A mamma, memory glass.

That's Babushka with two O's, B-A-B o's hk a from their nineteen ninety five self-released cassette

which they called young whippersnapper that was babushka with a little tune called mammary glands i have

been cracking up at the all day holy Holy shit. That's amazing. These dudes went to my high school in Ohio. These dudes went to my high school while I went to my high school. Nate, Mark, Sean, and Rob. Not me. Another Rob, a much cooler Rob, apparently. Three of these dudes were in my grade. Maybe they

sat next to me in English class, maybe sang with me in the choir. They sat with or maybe just near me

in the lunchroom, normal guys, mere civilian teenagers, classmates, peers, and they started a band.

I couldn't believe it. The initiative, the audacity, a band.

They played songs. They wrote songs. They gave their songs titles like Mammerie glands and Ola Perel Gwao

and Mark Dun got some in Spain. Mark was the bass player. One time he went to Spain. They recorded some of these songs. They made an album. They somehow manufactured and then sold cassette tapes of their album. I bought one. I cannot convey to you my awe, my incredulity, my profound respect, my bewilderment, that they could just do that. You can just be in a band.

It was like finding out that some of my classmates could juggle chainsaws or breathe fire or fly.

I get the sense you'd like to hear a little bit of Mark Dun Got some in Spain.

Don't ask me how I know that. I just know that you'd like that. And I respect it.

Mark the Godson and Spain. I know that. I just know that you'd like that. And I respect it. True story, I think. So there in high school, I fancy myself a young, aspiring rock and roll journalist, the audacity, the overconfidence, the ineptitude.

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