#47 Nirvana - Sliver
I was not cool enough to be listening to Nirvana in 1990. My new friend Kyle, however, was. On a floor full of big-guitar rock fans, we bonded immediately over our love of Jane's Addiction and Fugazi. Kyle, a skater kid from Indiana, was huge into Sub Pop too, and he introduced me to all sorts of new sounds - Skin Yard, Green River, Mudhoney. He also loved to sport a Nirvana short that read "Fudge Packin', Crack Smokin', Satan Worshippin' Mother####ers" on the back, which I didn't mind around campus but made my small-town brain feel very out-of-sorts when we went to the mall.
At some point during the fall semester, I made a mix tape for my gf Amy back home featuring four songs each chosen by five of my new dorm-mates. One of Kyle's picks was Sliver by Nirvana, re-copied from a cassette he had dubbed before leaving for Gainesville. None of us would have guessed Nirvana would soon become the most culturally relevant band of the 90s.