Dead People
Kurt Cobain committed suicide 10 years ago. It seems like just yesterday - and a lifetime ago. Spring of 1994 was a difficult time in my life. I was still closeted, still living with my parents. My older brother was at the worst point in his turbulent relationship with hard drugs. He was stealing from us. In response, my family would mumble a bunch of "co-dependent" bullshit and would either get drunk or flee the situation. When news about Cobain's death came out, I was bummed. He was a gifted songwriter whose work brought me solace. He chose to make himself into a big 'ol rock 'n roll cliche, and we all felt a little cheated. Little did I know that it was a turning point. I shaved my goatee, stopped wearing grungy clothes, moved out and resolved to make a new start. And I never looked back.
The Black Table has some other recollections of Cobain from their contributors.
Posted by mhinrichs at April 5, 2004 11:49 AM
I too had a brother who was hardcore into Meth at the time AND he was a friends of Kurt's, which always had my mother freakin' out on word they found a body of young man. My brother is now sober, Kurt is dead the tragedy it is. I lived in Seattle at the time of Seattles grungiest heigths and I loved every minute of it! The death of Kurt broke my little grungy heart, but his legacy lives on. Long live Kurt. :)
