Matador Records

I grew up in the woods of pennsylvania, about an hour from new york.
no music stores? are you kidding me?! no sidewalks! dirt roads! My parents were from battle creek michigan and amsterdam, holland– back to the land hippies with NO sympathy for a budding rocker. NONE!
So, at 14 – 15 (in ’88 or so.) I started a writing correspondence with these guys. I think it was only 3 or 4 letters, but I’d write with a list of 2 or 3 things I knew I wanted, and ask for advice on cool stuff. They’d always write back, with a silly drawing of a parrot or some such thing.
From them I found kill rock stars, k records, some awesome label in tuscon. and, the aforementioned Liz Phair.
I remember being so amazed at that Liz phair cd (and now the 15 year rerelease is out! gack!!). The idea of someone with such a sweet voice and such a dirty mouth was wondrous. My baby sister and i memorized the lyrics to flower and could sing it in harmony .heh. hippy kids.
Anywayzz, Matador helped me grow up. They raised me right. the end.