Origin of the Coolness?

Do you remember who it was that introduced you to Nirvana? That's the premise of a some of the work of this photographer, Jason Lazurus, which I was reading about in my Time Out Chicago. I have never heard of him before, but it's an intriguing premise. By picking a band whose heyday has come and gone it fixes the recollection in the time, which all its attendant props (there's a very funny picture with a guy in front of his shiny red Camaro.)
I think it was my high school bud, Leah, who introduced me to Nirvana. I remember sitting in her bedroom, with its two cute little twin beds, perfect for sleepovers, listening to Nevermind. It was probably even a cassette tape (what was I saying about the props that are a signature of their era?) I looked at the album cover and wondered about whether or not it was right that there was a naked baby on the front, and how was he holding his breath under water like that?
My roommate Ellyn introduced me to Liz Phair, who probably had more interest and impact for me than Kurt Cobain. (I guess I wasn't really a full-fledged, card carrying member of my own generation.) Well really, Ellyn let me peruse her CD collection one night when I was looking for some new music to study to, who knew what I'd find?
But predating both Ellyn and Leah, was Andra who in fifth grade introduced me to the mere idea of listening to rock music on the radio. Oh God, I was such a nerd. I remember wondering what my mom might think if she heard me listening to the radio!