Again, my column has been waylaid. There is something in my universe which gets in the way of every other column I sit down to write. This time it has to do with my favorite of the grunge bands in Seattle back when grunge was just a child— Son of Man. I think that band and Screaming Trees were the only bands I paid close attention to back then, at least when it came to the up-and-comers. Each had a certain undefinable something which made me sit up and listen. Each has held up well as the years have passed. One day I will post a list of my very favorite albums over the years and the Trees’ Sweet Oblivion will be there as will the lost “album” of Son of Man— I say lost because I am not really sure whether an album was the intention, they being handed to me on cassette as “demos”.