STEVE, I WANNA SAY THANK YOU, FOR ALL YOU'VE DONE FOR ME
“Steve, I wanna say thank you, for all you’ve done for me.” That line is from the song “Aloha Steve and Dano,” by the goddamn mighty Radio Birdman. It’s about Hawaii Five-O, but over the course of the past week, my brain has repurposed that particular lyric, because Steve Albini died unexpectedly on May 07, 2024. I never met the man, and yet I owe him so much. I first heard Big Black sometime in high school. Up to that point, I only knew Albini as the outspoken recording engineer that helmed Nirvana’s In Utero , but after reading about the band in some random music publication, I bought a copy of their second and final album, Songs About Fucking . I was not ready for that shit. Songs About Fucking was caustic on a level that my teenage mind couldn’t even begin to comprehend. Listening to it kinda felt like your brain was being scrubbed with steel wool. The feeling was not a pleasant one, and I sold the CD after letting it languish on my shelf for a while. I came around on Big Blac