Stalking Nirvana's Krist Novoselic

Or at least some of his more arcane musical endeavors.



I discovered a happy thing today. Part one of the happy thing is that although the band Sweet 75, which I periodically stalk on the web to see if they have issued a second album yet, broke up in 2000, a musician friend-- Lala the banjo player from the punk-a-billy Cypher in the Snow-- whom I asked about it today turned out to know Sweet 75's sweet-voiced singer Yva Las Vegas through some Northwest lesbionic-musician-type connections. Part two of the happy thing is to find out that Sweet 75 was bassist Krist Novoselic's first band after Nirvana, and it turns out he also played with the wonderful Northwest band Sky Cries Mary. Sadly, all these bands are broken up and not producing anything, but the more I found out about Krist the more it sounds like a) I have a particular affection for his particular bass playing, and b) being that he's political, located among smaller bands who know bands I know, and he's Croatian (me being Slavophilic), he and I could have a decent conversation, if not know someone or two in common. Plus Sweet 75 was named after a line in a Roethke poem about a poem, and what's not to like about that?



Krist's political web sites about inclusive democracy and electoral reform.



The best bio of Krist I found on the web, if you can suffer the format. Featuring his being sent back to Croatia, and getting his jaw wired shut.



Listen to low-grade quality versions of Sweet 75's one and only self-titled album. Ode to Dolly is great, but Oral Health is very often my favorite.



Listen to even lower-grade quality versions of Sky Cries Mary's albums. The song Moonbathing on the album that guest-stars Krist, Moonbathing on Sleeping Leaves, has a special place in my heart, since I did a burlesque-y artsy strip to it at the former incarnation of the San Francisco Luna Sea's women-only Amateur Strip Night, wearing a silver wig and silver makeup and red and blue body paint and big long skirts and spinning a lot.



There ain't no Cypher in the Snow mp3s on the web where I can find them, but there are some tour pictures featuring a shot of someone about to brain my friend Lala the banjo player with a wooden dildo.