I saw Suicide in '74 and it was pretty horrifying.
I never really followed grunge.
By many peoples' standards, my playing is very primitive but by punk standards, I'm a virtuoso.
My playing started to develop through the Miles Davis stuff I was listening to.
By then I was in Brooklyn and drank my way through that summer. I stopped when I got sick of that and got a job at the Strand bookstore, which was a little better than the tax job.
It was just like Howlin' Wolf. Once you arrive at the point that you understand it, the emotional factor is darker than some of the saddest blues stuff.