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Jul. 21st, 2003 01:37 amGah, what am I doing still up? Oh yeah, I'm eating because I realized just before I crawled into bed that I was hungry as hell b/c I hadn't eaten today.
I just ran across a picture of Kurt Cobain with his brith and death dates and it got me to thinking. I was never the biggest Nirvana fan. I thought they were OK but resented their success when there were lots of bands who I thought were better. But when I heard about his suicide (or perhaps, depending on who you ask, murder), it hit me pretty hard. Just before that was when I first started getting REALLY depressed, and when I heard about Cobain it scared the shit out of me. I dunno, here was this guy who was just like an open wound--a very public open wound, and basically we watched him kill himself. And I just thought, holy SHIT. Here's this guy with seemingly everything--talent, money, a beautiful young daughter--and nobody could help him. Sad case. Courtney said she wished she'd just let him have his drugs, and it does make ya wonder. I mean, of course heroin is an evil, destructive drug, but . . . Shit, I dunno.
Anyway, I was in a Taco Bell when I heard that news come over the radio. Do you remember where you were when you heard? Regardless of whether you gave a shit. I have always thought about how my generation doesn't have many of that kind of moment, like Kennedy getting shot or Nixon resigning or the first moon landing or whatever: events that you remember where you were when you heard about them. The Challenger disaster, I guess. I was in ninth-grade French class for that. And now 9/11, of course--obviously that's a huge one. I don't mean to compare Cobain's death to 9/11 in any way; I just vividly remember hearing about it.
Fuck, I said I was going to bed an hour ago. But I am now, I promise. :)
I just ran across a picture of Kurt Cobain with his brith and death dates and it got me to thinking. I was never the biggest Nirvana fan. I thought they were OK but resented their success when there were lots of bands who I thought were better. But when I heard about his suicide (or perhaps, depending on who you ask, murder), it hit me pretty hard. Just before that was when I first started getting REALLY depressed, and when I heard about Cobain it scared the shit out of me. I dunno, here was this guy who was just like an open wound--a very public open wound, and basically we watched him kill himself. And I just thought, holy SHIT. Here's this guy with seemingly everything--talent, money, a beautiful young daughter--and nobody could help him. Sad case. Courtney said she wished she'd just let him have his drugs, and it does make ya wonder. I mean, of course heroin is an evil, destructive drug, but . . . Shit, I dunno.
Anyway, I was in a Taco Bell when I heard that news come over the radio. Do you remember where you were when you heard? Regardless of whether you gave a shit. I have always thought about how my generation doesn't have many of that kind of moment, like Kennedy getting shot or Nixon resigning or the first moon landing or whatever: events that you remember where you were when you heard about them. The Challenger disaster, I guess. I was in ninth-grade French class for that. And now 9/11, of course--obviously that's a huge one. I don't mean to compare Cobain's death to 9/11 in any way; I just vividly remember hearing about it.
Fuck, I said I was going to bed an hour ago. But I am now, I promise. :)
