Epic releases from 1994

a lot of awful stuff in this thread but mellow gold is definitely a 94 gem

edit: 'epic'

Edited May 11, 2012 by noise

The triple decker burrito I had at Del Taco in Escondido.

  On 5/11/2012 at 8:28 PM, Joyrex said:

The triple decker burrito I had at Del Taco in Escondido.

 

Good one.

 

I hope you let that tripple decker lose in the upper decker.

  On 5/11/2012 at 8:30 PM, jefferoo said:

  On 5/11/2012 at 8:28 PM, Joyrex said:

The triple decker burrito I had at Del Taco in Escondido.

 

Good one.

 

I hope you let that tripple decker lose in the upper decker.

 

No, but I had to get a plastic knife from the front counter and chop it up just so it would go down on the fifth flush.

  On 5/11/2012 at 8:22 PM, noise said:

a lot of awful stuff in this thread but mellow gold is definitely a 94 gem

edit: 'epic'

 

May be awful IYO (mellow gold is indeed a genuine classic, amoung others) but like I said you could stage dive if you fancied at moshpits (health and safety never existed) and millions of the best E's were being dropped every weekend at illegal raves. I think that makes up for any discrepencies in so called 'classic albums'.

 

In fact I need to play Mellow Gold asap, jesus that album is so good.

Some are classics, some are just nostalgic and probably wouldn't hold up as much. We all had different experiences right?

whoops

Edited May 11, 2012 by beerwolf

  On 5/11/2012 at 8:45 PM, Joyrex said:

  On 5/11/2012 at 8:30 PM, jefferoo said:

  On 5/11/2012 at 8:28 PM, Joyrex said:

The triple decker burrito I had at Del Taco in Escondido.

 

Good one.

 

I hope you let that tripple decker lose in the upper decker.

 

No, but I had to get a plastic knife from the front counter and chop it up just so it would go down on the fifth flush.

 

Mad points.

 

I had a friend that had a turd that was too big too flush. He told me that it was really wide and the top of it was literally resting on the inside of the toilet seat. He had to chop it up with a plastic ruler to get it to flush.

i like where this thread is headed...

I usually take my epic deuces out of the toilet with tongs and puree it up in an extra food processor I keep in the towel closet. And from time to time I nuke it from orbit. It's the only way to be sure.

poo-poo in da toilet, bro. poo-poo in da toilet.

 

that shit is choice.

My number 1 release of 1994 was on a road trip (I can't pick a memorable number 2 release from that year). My parents had bought a new Nissan minivan but the only one to the specs was not available at the local dealership in Abilene, TX so my dad had to pick it up in Fort Worth, where he would also trade in the old car. It was summer and my dad thought it'd be fun for just me and him to drive there in one day. It's 2.5 hours one-way. Even though I'd been on this trip many times with the whole family, as a 8 year old the idea of just my dad and I on the road, with all the novelties of eating fast food in the car, handling the radio dial and cassette player, "navigating" with the impossible-to-fold state map, etc. was an exciting one. Cue scenes of Easy Rider... but with no motorcycles and, well, uhh...none of that imagery really, nevermind.

 

Sure enough we stopped about a third of the way there for gas and refreshments. At that point I devoured a rare and dangerous treat: a large caffeinated Coca-Cola. Not some kid's size either, one of the big ass cups that's so large it widens above the section meant for the car's cupholder. Now as an 8 year old, I also possessed the typical bladder of someone that age. So by the time we hit Weatherford, a good 30-45 minutes out from our destination, I had gone from "kinda need to pee" to "I am going to explode, we need to pull over NOW!" My dad was apathetic. "Nah you can hold it, we're almost there!" he replied. Gas stations and restaurants on the side of the highway teased me from afar. Even worse were the exit signs listing said places. "Exit 154 - and all the places you could piss at 2 minutes from now!" It was absolute torture. As we passed Weatherford's last exit, my last hope of indoor salvation gone, I even went against my normal sentiments against pissing off the side of the highway and begged him to pull over. "We're almost there, like 10 minutes tops, we'll stop for something to eat and you can go." By this point, I wasn't just crossing my legs either, I was holding my crotch with all focus and effort not to give into sweet, sweet relief. My dad wasn't being mean or sadistic, not that I recall anyway. He was amused but I also feel in retrospect he was truly fascinated at the notion of me waiting this long and seeing if I could actually pull it off. I never clamored like this, in fact I was usually too quiet if anything. Now thankfully the dealership was on the west side of the city and he had promised we'd stop to eat before getting the van. Naturally, I figured we'd eat at the first place within city limits and off the highway...right? No. Of course not. It couldn't be that simple. My dad remembered there was a Taco Bueno nearby-ish and set his sights on eating there. It was a good two miles past the dealership, which we passed by as we entered the local highway loop and into town. We exited. We stopped at an intersection. We turned. Another stoplight. And another. And another. As we closed in, I can remember staring at that damn place as I waited for the very last stoplight to turn green. We pulled up and I bolted. I had never been there before but somehow my mind and body went straight for the restroom. What followed was the longest, soothing, and blissfully coherent pisses I have ever taken. I say coherent because the only other times I've urinated with such volume and fury have been a select few drunken occasions.

 

The rest of the trip is a vague, happy blur. I remember playing around with all the new features of the car (i.e. holy shit a CD player!? with surround sound! a place for me to plug in my headphones in the center console, even though I'll never use it!) and I remember hanging around in the dealership staring at a brand new Nissan 300X that looked identical to my then-favorite hot wheels car. But still, everything of that memory centered around that epic piss - my number 1 release of 1994.

1994. was indeed a great year for electronic music. Empathy Box, my favourite Chris Jeffs-only release was released that year, and as it was recorded during 1993.-1994. that would make Jeffs 16-18 years old at that time, what really impresses me, considering how good the music is.

 

I've recently just realized how great Nav Katze's Never Mind The Distortion release is, and it could easily be my favourite East-meets-West remix compilation I've heard so far. These two tracks from that compilation really deserve more recognition, in my opinion:

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AeAqLaJoB_o

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dRcWDDZZ0mQ

 

Also, Phat Lab Nightmare needs to be mentioned. One of my favourite Luke Vibert tracks ever appears here:

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z7_Gitc3uXo

 

Personally, 1994.-1996. period was for me also very important as then I've played Phantasy Star IV on a Sega Mega Drive, at my friend's place, for the first time, and it remains my favourite game ever. The game's music was just as amazing to me then as it is now:

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xNfpkLg9oOQ

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gDGHM3D6DGM&feature=related

Edited May 12, 2012 by Freak of the week

  On 5/12/2012 at 12:19 PM, psn said:

 

wow this puts things pretty well in perspective

  On 5/13/2012 at 1:38 PM, blekmedel said:

Classic, and not nearly so well known as it should be (same goes for the follow up My Yellow Wise Rug album). Also, Phat Lab Nightmare with the bonus At Atmos disc was Luke Viberts best release by far, its been downhill for him ever since.

  On 5/12/2012 at 4:34 AM, joshuatx said:

My number 1 release of 1994 was on a road trip (I can't pick a memorable number 2 release from that year). My parents had bought a new Nissan minivan but the only one to the specs was not available at the local dealership in Abilene, TX so my dad had to pick it up in Fort Worth, where he would also trade in the old car. It was summer and my dad thought it'd be fun for just me and him to drive there in one day. It's 2.5 hours one-way. Even though I'd been on this trip many times with the whole family, as a 8 year old the idea of just my dad and I on the road, with all the novelties of eating fast food in the car, handling the radio dial and cassette player, "navigating" with the impossible-to-fold state map, etc. was an exciting one. Cue scenes of Easy Rider... but with no motorcycles and, well, uhh...none of that imagery really, nevermind.

 

Sure enough we stopped about a third of the way there for gas and refreshments. At that point I devoured a rare and dangerous treat: a large caffeinated Coca-Cola. Not some kid's size either, one of the big ass cups that's so large it widens above the section meant for the car's cupholder. Now as an 8 year old, I also possessed the typical bladder of someone that age. So by the time we hit Weatherford, a good 30-45 minutes out from our destination, I had gone from "kinda need to pee" to "I am going to explode, we need to pull over NOW!" My dad was apathetic. "Nah you can hold it, we're almost there!" he replied. Gas stations and restaurants on the side of the highway teased me from afar. Even worse were the exit signs listing said places. "Exit 154 - and all the places you could piss at 2 minutes from now!" It was absolute torture. As we passed Weatherford's last exit, my last hope of indoor salvation gone, I even went against my normal sentiments against pissing off the side of the highway and begged him to pull over. "We're almost there, like 10 minutes tops, we'll stop for something to eat and you can go." By this point, I wasn't just crossing my legs either, I was holding my crotch with all focus and effort not to give into sweet, sweet relief. My dad wasn't being mean or sadistic, not that I recall anyway. He was amused but I also feel in retrospect he was truly fascinated at the notion of me waiting this long and seeing if I could actually pull it off. I never clamored like this, in fact I was usually too quiet if anything. Now thankfully the dealership was on the west side of the city and he had promised we'd stop to eat before getting the van. Naturally, I figured we'd eat at the first place within city limits and off the highway...right? No. Of course not. It couldn't be that simple. My dad remembered there was a Taco Bueno nearby-ish and set his sights on eating there. It was a good two miles past the dealership, which we passed by as we entered the local highway loop and into town. We exited. We stopped at an intersection. We turned. Another stoplight. And another. And another. As we closed in, I can remember staring at that damn place as I waited for the very last stoplight to turn green. We pulled up and I bolted. I had never been there before but somehow my mind and body went straight for the restroom. What followed was the longest, soothing, and blissfully coherent pisses I have ever taken. I say coherent because the only other times I've urinated with such volume and fury have been a select few drunken occasions.

 

The rest of the trip is a vague, happy blur. I remember playing around with all the new features of the car (i.e. holy shit a CD player!? with surround sound! a place for me to plug in my headphones in the center console, even though I'll never use it!) and I remember hanging around in the dealership staring at a brand new Nissan 300X that looked identical to my then-favorite hot wheels car. But still, everything of that memory centered around that epic piss - my number 1 release of 1994.

 

Glorious!!

On the verge:

Alice in chains - jar of flies ....

 

.... On tape!

 

Basic Channel - Quadrant Dub

Move D - Kunststoff

Edited May 14, 2012 by dr lopez

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