Sharing in the groove: the untold story of the '90s jam band explosion and the scene that followed

It's Not Horrible, but I'm Stoned

Our Little Communist Commune

For Forty Thousand Dollars, We Could Make a Record and You Can Spend the Money on Hamburgers, Guns, Pot, a Van

We Had This Vibration Around the Band

You Had This Great Art School and Clubs Willing to Try Anything to Sell Beer

It Was Fun, but Kind of Demented

It Was Almost Like a Vow to Poverty

Hit the Record Button and Get Out of the Way

The Bus Broke Down and I Got Off

This Was Our Hangout. You Could Rip Lines in There! You Could Smoke a Bong!

Everybody Had Just Done a Marathon and My Guys Were Up There Swilling Jack, Smoking Cigarettes

We Were an Alternative to the Alternatives

They're Playing Songs That Were Not of the Time

We All Had Bands and This Punk Sort of "Fuck You" Attitude

The Gossip on This Band Was Like Wildfire

But Do You Really Want to Be a Rock and Roll Hotel?

We Were All Destroyed

An Oasis For All These Artists to Come and Have a Family

If I Can Drink More Tequila Shots Than You, We're Going to Push the Spin Doctors

The Colonel

An Emaciated Third-World Exodus, Run By a Few Homeless People and Coyotes

This Is the Shit. This Is It. This Is What We Need to Do

Who the Hell Let John Ride a Motorcycle?

I Walked Out of There, Stepped into a U-Haul, and Drove

A Late Breakfast and Scotch

We Became an MTV Band

I Should Have Had More Class

This Is the Ultimate Wake and Bake Record

Well, I Think Our Master Tapes Are Going to Be Thrown Into the Mississippi River

Things Got Weird Very Quickly

Oh Shit, This Is My Time!

We Sure Enjoyed Selling a Ton of Records and Making a Boatload of Money

We Really Went Off the Rails

We Were Just These Hippies, Running Around Half Naked or Sometimes Fully Naked

The DJs Always Knocked Us Out Cold

Everything Started to Cross Over

It Was Another Thing to Commune With Real Musicians

August 9th,

No Offense to You, but I'm Going for It

Acoustic, My Ass!

A Rite of Passage to Becoming Royalty in Town

Wildlife on a Safari

Our Clubhouse in the Jungle

That Kind of Touring Ages You

We've Been a Volatile Band Since Day Fucking One

He Had to Whip Us Like a Rented Mule

I Wouldn't Say Lawless, But You Could Do What You Wanted Here

It Took So Much to Have My Shit Together

We Need a Pie Baked by Someone's Grandma

Hanging Around Long Enough That I Became Useful, I Guess

Why Don't We Do It As Far Away As Humanly Possible

Play That Ill Shit!

Something Big As Stravinsky but Euphoric As Little Fluffy Clouds

It Feels Like a Blur to Me

A Lot of Guys, Their Whole Life Has Been a Mess Because They Can't Stop Playing Music

Just Do It So We Can Get You Out of Here

We Were Like the Beverly Hillbillies on This Tour

They Thought We Were All Black

Don't Hurt My Town

Who Are These Guys Who Promote Harder Than Anybody?

We Didn't Even Know We Were in a Tidal Wave

Nuggets! Nuggets! Nuggets!

Out of Self-Defense, Not Out of Any Real Genius Plan

You're Too Crazy to Be the Headliner

We Were Nowhere Near There When the Shit Hit the Fan

Us Against the World

Stranglefuck

That's the Moment and That's Where It Lives.