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Mom threw all my records away after Grenada (she was an old school hippie, hated that I joined the army after high school). Forgot about the Chipmunks until I saw the news reports about the overdose. Friend was able to copy me an old cassette. A copy of a copy. ♥♥♥♥ was scratchy as hell. Sound quality was garbage. But god, it was just what I remembered. Their early stuff was so packed with promise. The righteous anger of youth.
I know it’s their later sound that gets all the praise, when they started experimenting (in every sense of the word), but for me? I still remember that grin before he rocked our world.