Man, another one gone.
Not only from the grunge era. Cobain, Staley, wasted.
Seattle was beyond belief at a point in time.
A full circle from the Hendrix psychedelic rock metal to the Camden punk and back across the Atlantic to Seattle.
This has been a shitty year and a bit for artists of immense significance. Bowie. Prince. Chuck Berry. George Michael. Leonard Cohen. Sharon Jones. Alan Vega.
Chris Cornell chose to take his own life. The reasons or theories still to emerge. The suffocating competition amongst digital outlets to let us know the same thing relentlessly over and over again.
Flannel clad, with an energy driven by innocence and curiosity may have been how Cornell found his early voice with Temple of the Dog. Hunger Strike a powerful duet between two compelling and contrasting vocalists.
I don’t mind stealing bread
From the mouth of decadence
But I can’t feed on the powerless
When my cup’s already over-filled
But it’s on the table.
The fire’s cooking.
And they’re farming babies
While the slaves are all working.
Blood is on the table.
The mouths are choking
And I’m going hungry
I’m going hungry
Sadly Chris is no more.
January 1994, Melbourne Showgrounds, Big Day Out.
The Ramones had completely shredded a thirsty, overworked and overheated audience. A sweaty mass of black leather, smashing pogo gyrations and suffocating dust at dusk.
Soundgarden headlined. Off the back of success with Superunknown. Seems ironic the last track on the album — Like Suicide!
Bit down on the bullet now
I had a taste so sour
I had to think of something sweet
Love’s like suicide
Forever will remain the ethereal feeling as the band blasted out Jesus Christ Pose to close the set. It could not get much better.
We may never know the reason. It is sad that you have taken this path. Thanks for what you gave us. We could have taken more.