Frizzle Fry

I'm sitting in my cube, working on a budget spreadsheet and listening to Primus' Frizzle Fry. A minute ago, it brought me back to the very first time I heard this album. It was one of those rare musical awakening experiences, the number of which in my life counts around four. Sitting there in my dorm room in Smith Hall, I knew after about 30 seconds of listening to my friend's CD that this was a band I'd been searching for all my life and that it was going to open a world of music I'd never listened to before. Thus, after basically five years of listening to nothing but punk, skate punk, death metal, and the occasional classic rock album, I was suddenly introduced to whatever Primus is. Such a good memory...