Screaming Trees
While Nirvana, Soundgarden, Pearl Jam and Alice and Chains placed a stranglehold on the 1990s Seattle rock scene, another band, the Screaming Trees, was quietly jostling for position and pumping out some awesome tunes under the radar.
The boys from Ellensburg. Right on brothers.
Some of my music-minded friends think the Trees had the more popular bands beat, meaning if they were shipped off to a tropical island for the rest of their lives they would take the Trees with them and forgo the rest. It would be pretty hard for me to pick Mr. Marc Lanegan over Layne Thomas Staley, Chris Cornell and Kurt Cobaine, but it wouldn’t be too painful.
The Trees formed in Ellensburg, Washington in 1985, turned out a few albums and then hit it pretty big in 1992 with the release of Sweet Oblivion.
Ironically, it was about that time that a friend put a cassette in the stereo as I steered my new truck over Snoqualmie Pass to Ellensburg. That cassette was Sweet Oblivion and we listened to it over and over, before we hit the Yakima for winter midging, and after our fishing when we cruised to a bar, got in some trouble, and raced away with our lives at stake. The scene that stays with me is my buddy hanging out the passenger window, shouting something about a cat to a cow-poke who was trying to jump into the bed of my pickup. Every time he got close I punched the gas and we shot 10 yards outside his reach. His girl was screaming unprintables at us, too, so I leaned out the driver side window and shouted some thing about swine... Ah, well, you get the point.