I stumbled on this video the other day, which I’d never actually seen before even though I absolutely worshiped Jawbox at the time:
This is one cool-ass video, although one has to question what the guy at Atlantic who decided that this was a commercially viable single was thinking (post-Nirvana, I think a lot of record execs secretly decided that they had no idea what the kids liked anymore, hence the signing frenzy of all kinds of noisy, difficult underground bands).
It also reminds me of how awesome a live band they were, though to be honest I only got to see them once, on a split bill with Jawbreaker (and I think fluf?) at the Roxy in Los Angeles some time in the summer or fall of ’94. My friend and I argued all the way home about who put on a better show, but I thought Jawbox just ruled that night (though ironically, this was the concert that actually got me into Jawbreaker in a huge way, so it was a bit of a hollow victory for the Jawbox camp).
Damn though, I wish Jawbox had stuck together. Burning Airlines were okay and all, but For Your Own Special Sweetheart
