Influences On Music
The Olympia independent record label K Records is legendary in indie music circles. Olympia was the heart of the '90s punk riot grrrl movement, and to the band Sleater-Kinney which hailed from that scene.
The band Hole wrote and recorded a song called "Olympia" (aka "Rock Star") on their album Live Through This (1994).
Olympia was also the heart of the '90s queercore scene, with bands such as the Mukilteo Fairies and Team Dresch calling it home.
The band Rancid wrote and recorded a song called "Olympia, WA" on their album ...And Out Come the Wolves (1995); this song was later covered by the bands NOFX (2003) and Rentokill (2004).
Nirvana lived in Olympia; Kurt Cobain wrote most of the songs released on Nevermind while living in an apartment on Pear Street in Olympia.
Modest Mouse recorded their first full-length album This Is a Long Drive for Someone with Nothing to Think About in Olympia.
Bert Wilson, legendary multi-reedist lives and plays in Olympia. He has taught Jeff Coffin of the Dave Matthews Band, and Lenny Pickett of Tower of Power among others.
Bright Eyes references Olympia in the song "June on the West Coast" saying "I visited my brother on the outskirts of Olympia Where the forest and the water become one"
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