Walt Mink has a special place in my heart as the only band where I went from seeing them from someone's washing machine in the basement to hearing them on a TV commercial. No matter what, they never failed to amaze live. I remember seeing the Smashing Pumpkins opening up for the Coctails at the 7th St Entry and thinking, "Oh, a half-assed Walt Mink." They certainly deserved success more than that Billy what's-his-name. Here's hoping the movie about them actually get's made in time for the inevitable grunge revival (not that they were grunge, but their sad story is same as many post-Nirvana bands).