Man, the motherfuckin' '90s.
How you remember them depends, of course, on how old you were. Maybe you were in elementary school and just getting into Saved by The Bell when Sinead O'Connor ripped up that picture of the Pope, or maybe you were already working as a waitress rollin' your silver at O'Charley's when Cobain bit it. If you were already in college when Columbine shocked the nation, then it meant a lot less to your everyday school experience than if you were just figuring out which Backstreet boy was your fave.
Musically, you could still love what was on the regular radio (Nirvana), while marveling at the discoveries you were making on college radio (Pixies). And there was always good ol' reliable Ace of Bass on backup.
So tonight we celebrate the finale of our Cream covers series at Mercy Lounge by paying tribute (OK, homage) to a musical hotbed of a decade that produced both staggeringly great and awful grunge, mind-blowingly awesome underground rock and plenty of glittery pop gems in the middle.
The bands playing have dusted off covers by everyone from TLC to Sebadoh, with Weezer, GNR, Flaming Lips, Superchunk, Blur, They Might Be Giants and Hum and more in between. So ladies--find those gross light jeans, or a baby doll dress, or your Mary Janes, or a midriff. And dudes, it's flannels and bad light jeans for you. Of course, hip-hop/fluorescent is both appropriate and desired.
Martians Go Home (Hum cover band)
And the Relatives
Shoot the Mountain
9 p.m.; Free.