I don’t have a diary about it, but I know roughly where I was, and what I was probably doing. I lived in Tuscaloosa, rooming with my pal Brad, but spending a ton of time with the girl I was dating (whom I’d move in with by the following summer).

We didn’t watch a lot of TV, but we made a point of setting the VCR for SNL. Even bad episodes were worth 30 minutes of laughs on Sunday, and you could fast forward through the cringy bits and commercials. I can’t swear where we were exactly on this particular Saturday night, but the odds are it was the Houndstooth, Egan’s, or the Chukker.

I remember watching this the next day, with Brad and Cassie. We were big Northern Exposure fans, so Rob Morrow hosting was the big draw — but Nirvana was already exploding. The album Nevermind had been released the previous September, and “Smells Like Teen Spirit” was a surprise hit, aided in part by heavy rotation on 120 Minutes and, eventually, every possible format of rock radio. Geffen had trouble keeping up with the demand for the album.

So anyway, we watched the show. I don’t remember any of Morrow’s sketches, but I remember this performance. We were stunned by it. And here it is again, 34 years later, thanks to Reddit. Enjoy.