Thanks for checking out Love Rock Awaits You - The Mother Love Bone Universe. Creating this site and the 10 years of collecting the items and images you see here has been a joy and a labor of love for me. I knew when I first got a computer and saw all the great music fan pages out there, I had to have one. It took me a long time to determine just how I wanted to present it all to other Mother Love Bone and Pearl Jam family tree fans out there.
I hope you enjoy the format, design and content. Please leave me some feedback in my email link to let me know what you think of my creation, or sign my guestbook and let me know who you are and what you think. I am always seeking contributions of images or links to add to my pages. If you have something you would like to see here, or if you think I might be interested, send it and you will get credit on the sight for your contribution. I have extra original copies of 16 different rare Seattle pole posters on Malfunkshun, Mother Love Bone, Mookie Blaylock, Green River, Soundgarden and more, and I can send you a link to you to see them if they are not on this site yet. Those remaining copies are for sale or trade for live audio/video or collectible goods on the bands I collect.
And now for a little about myself: My name is Carl and I'm 28. I live in Texas, one hour from Lake Charles, Louisiana and 90 minutes from Houston. My full-time work is Managing Editor/writer for The Mid County Chronicle newspaper here in my hometown of Nederland. I have also been a freelance music feature writer/concert reviewer and critic for about five years. Some of my interviews and reviews include Neil Young, Little Richard, Willie Nelson, Elton John, Chuck Berry, Bo Diddley, The Hunger, Fuel, Local H, Percy Sledge, Drain sth, Jeremy Toback and, my favorite interview ever - Shawn Smith, vocalist/songwriter for Brad, Satchel, Pigeonhed and now an incredible solo artist. While I was in high school, I managed to sneak in a nice review of Mother Love Bone's "Apple," which you can find on Love Rock Awaits You in the next few weeks if it's not there already.
The first taste of Mother Love Bone and Andrew Wood that I received happened two-fold at about the same time. I had a friend in high school in late 1989 named Warner that had traveled to San Francisco to meet his real mom for the first time. He came back with a bunch of Sub Pop tapes and was raving about the "Seattle Sound" and particularly about Soundgarden. He mentioned in passing this great band with the odd name of Mother Love Bone, but I never borrowed his tapes. I had seen the video for "Loud Love" by Soundgarden, and it was cool, but I wasn't blown away - it would have to be some magnificent, awe-inspiring Heaven-sent sound to tear me away from my Beatles tapes.
Just a few short months later, I was in the middle of one of my famous all-night high school TV marathons, cruising around the cable stations finding something good to watch. I paused a bit to see what they were playing next on MTV's Headbanger's Ball (anybody remember that show???). They usually played a bunch of homogenous sounding hair band junk and pseudo-death metal crap, but something made me leave it there for just a moment or two. Then it started: A slightly blurry black-and-white video began to roll, beautiful guitar feedback flowed from the speakers, and when the band finally kicked in with the swirling and rhythmic layered guitar grind of "Stardog Champion," I was entranced. Like The Beatles, Led Zeppelin, Jimi Hendrix, and The Ramones before, I was instantly in love, and this was going to change my life. I knew it on the spot - I had the tingling on my skin, the warm fuzzy feeling in my tummy and time seemed to stand still as I watched this incredible band with a sound like I'd never heard before.
The next day, I called the two music stores in my area to see if they had the tape - I didn't have a cd player yet. The one 20 miles from my house had it, and I wasn't driving yet, so a friend in my history class who worked at a pretzel place next to the music store said he'd get it for me. Two days later, I had "Apple" in my hands, and nothing was ever the same for me.