Touch Me. . .

After washing the kitchen floor today to the sour-sweet strains of Mudhoney's first EP and the singles now collected along with it on the album, played on shuffle mode, I headed towards the CD player to hear the one song I absolutely still had to hear. But it came on before I reached the stereo, so I launched into my solo simulation of life in a mosh pit. At the end of the song, I had a realization. Nothing elevates me more than "Touch Me I'm Sick". There are more subtle songs, more complex songs, more significant songs. For sheer lose-your-composure intensity, though, the first Sup Pop single ever is at the top of my list.