It’s hard for me to recall the first time I heard Dean Wareham. This musical moment most likely hit in a midwestern, red-bricked dormitory. Tune your time turning musical transport to 1989-1990. Let us revisit the salad years of an under-utilized undergraduate college. The VU-soaked, jangle-garage vibe was in heavy rotation on the college radio airwaves of that personally seminal era. I read a lot of music mags at the time, too. I recall the full-throated critical endorsements of the Velvets on every best-of and must-have list of the indie and commercial rags. In 1990, I was a poorly dressed, bespectacled college sophomore skipping my required reading for beer benders…
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