I can’t believe that this keeps happening! What are the odds that another Tinder date had to leave in the middle of me describing how Zack de la Rocha had a hardcore band that he left to form the seminal rap metal band Rage Against The Machine?
This is now the third consecutive Tinder date that didn’t even get to hear how Inside Out actually had an unreleased song called “Rage Against The Machine.” If her Grandma hadn’t been rushed to the hospital she would’ve heard me say that there are actually live recordings of that song online and that you can even hear how Zack is starting to bring in some hip-hop flavor to the music.
I should have known this was going to be a tough date when I showed up and she didn’t even compliment my ‘88 Gorilla Biscuits tour hoodie. I had us meet up at my favorite falafel place and she was already there dressed like some office worker. I mean come on, we’re only in our early 40s, no need to look like an adult going to the big business summit on Q3 marketing strategies.
Such a crazy coincidence that this is the third time this has happened with three different women and I sure hope her Grandma recovers from falling down the stairs or whatever and we get to go on another date because she would probably be fascinated to know how Rock and Roll Hall of Fame inductee Zack de la Rocha had such humble beginnings in his music career.
My last Tinder date (who also got an emergency call and had to leave) at least got to hear me tell her how the guitarist for Inside Out, Vic DiCara, went on to form the highly influential Krishna-core band 108. But she missed out on the part that Inside Out did a reunion show in 1993 and DiCara wasn’t a part of it. I was going to show her Youtube footage of that show on my phone but now she might never get to see it!
“‘Rage against the machine’ is actually a term coined by Kent McClard who did a zine called HeartAttack in the early ‘90s,” was the last thing I was able to call out to my date as she was running to the door after she got off her phone. I feel awful now knowing that she probably doesn’t know what a zine is and that I might not ever get to explain it to her.