

Cobain really had something, had the world by the balls, but he couldn’t stomach any of it. Funny that I think of him now as being a kid. I was born only three or four years before he was, but he’s perpetually frozen at age 27. His 50th birthday would be right around the corner if he’d stuck around to see it.
I’m not a fan of some of the Foos recent stuff, but when you look back on their early albums, the Nirvana comparisons seem even lazier. The Foos at the time seemed like a breath of fresh air; the result of some sort of genesis between grungey anti-establishment discord and pop-rock that it was still acceptable enough to like.
Kurt’s death was an exploding bomb. The melancholy was infectious. People, especially girls, were inconsolably crying. Men cried too, between bottles of their preferred alcoholic beverages. Life cut short by the person himself is truly tragic. It was a realization that indeed, as humans, we are capable of deciding our own destinies, even its termination.