On April 8, 1994, rock star Kurt Cobain was found dead in his home in Seattle, Washington, with fresh injection marks in both arms and a fatal wound to the head from the 20-gauge shotgun found between his knees. Cobain’s suicide brought an end to a life marked by far more suffering than is generally associated with rock superstardom.
But rock superstardom never did sit well with Kurt Cobain, a committed social outsider who was reluctantly dubbed the spokesman of his generation. “Success to him seemed like, I think, a brick wall,” said friend Greg Sage, a musical hero of Cobain’s from the local punk rock scene of the 1980s. “There was nowhere else to go but down.”
Kurt Cobain rose to fame as the leader and chief songwriter of the Seattle-based band Nirvana, the group primarily responsible for turning a thriving regional music scene in the Pacific Northwest into a worldwide pop-cultural phenomenon often labeled “grunge.” As enormously popular as Nirvana became in the wake of their era-defining single “Smells Like Teen Spirit” (1991), it’s easy to forget just how far outside the mainstream the band really was, and just how ill-suited to pop celebrity the misanthropic, heroin-addicted Kurt Cobain was.
In his suicide note, Cobain wrote: “I have it good, very good, and I’m grateful, but since the age of seven, I’ve become hateful towards all humans in general….Thank you all from the pit of my burning, nauseous stomach for your letters and concern during the past years. I’m too much of an erratic, moody baby! I don’t have the passion anymore, and so remember, it’s better to burn out than to fade away.”
Cobain’s suicide note was found stabbed to a pile of potting soil with a ballpoint pen, nearby his body in the greenhouse on his Lake Washington property. It was probably written on or about April 5, 1994—the estimated date on which Cobain actually shot himself and one day after Cobain’s rock-star wife, Courtney Love, filed a Missing Person Report stating that Cobain was possibly suicidal and in possession of a gun. It was not the Seattle police, however, but a workman inspecting lighting on Cobain’s property who first discovered Cobain’s body on this day in 1994.
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Courtney murdered him.
OH NO! Anyway……
Future Obama voter eats shotgun shells. News at 11. PUSSY
Rest in Pieces, asshole.
OK, in response to overwhelming (or nonexistent, I always get those mixed up) demand, I will write a long post about Kurt Cobain. We like to put every person (you know, the most complex thing we know of in the cosmos) into the tiniest of boxes. This person IS X. People are a lot of things all the time and constantly changing. We don’t (can’t) know even ourselves nearly so well as we profess to know all sorts of people we have never met. It’s silly. So, a short dive into the complexity of Cobain from what little I know.
Let’s start with the easy stuff…the music. Here’s a British music dude on the intricacies of Nirvana’s music. To me, this suggests music is an instinct, and almost certainly part of a deeper reality than just tones and rhythms and such. Kurt was deeply tapped into that deeper thing and his instinct for music was as sharp as anyone’s ever…he couldn’t write a music thesis, of course…but how much better for the rest of us that he wasted no time doing so.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2XsImh_R2SI
Now, just because he wasn’t a technical master of music, doesn’t mean he “rolled out of bed, took some drugs and wrote a fucking classic.” Hard work is hard work and no genius you’ve ever heard of has gotten there without it. Here’s Billy Corgan on him:
Then there’s Butch Vig’s take. These guys rehearsed every day for six month leading up to the studio work for Nevermind. Butch said in another interview, that when he played Nevermind at that party someone blurted, on the second run through, “This is gonna change the fucking world.” They knew.
Now, let’s take a deeper dive into the artist that was Kurt. He was very deeply into feminism….the early 90s kind…not the nonsense it has become. Something like women are vital and amazing and full of love and should be afforded some societal protections. He felt so strongly about it, it was probably left over from some childhood trauma…a guess on my part, but it fits….his mother was about the only decent person in his young life and so many songs are about motherhood in some way or other. Anyway, you’ve probably all heard “Polly” but I don’t think you will ver listen to it in the same way after watching the next video. Kurt went into the darkest place he could imagine…inhabited, put himself into the mind of the perpetrator…and somehow extracted something beautiful and timeless. Magic, really.
Finally, Kurt Cobain committed suicide. There has probably never been a more open-and-shut case of it. He suffered tremendously from chronic stomach pain and took the nasty trip along the downward spiral of heroin addiction. (That so many brilliant song writers have done so would be a whole other long post…maybe that drug in particular opens up some portals that allow genius in…and maybe some other, darker stuff as well. Or maybe it’s just so much dopamine that nothing else will do, even as ones body decays. I heard Wayne Staley was ~85lbs when he died.) Kurt attempted suicide a month before. He wrote a note and blew his brains out, alone. Forensics are clear and the setup is obvious. Wanting to make a grand conspiracy out of it allows people to keep using the term “conspiracy theorist” as a pejorative. It’s like going from a completely reasonable skepticism about the events of 9/11 and especially the collapse of building 7 to saying the planes were holograms. Good questions that need to be asked are easily dismissed by such nonsense.
So, quickly a song about Kurt, few have probably heard:
And, last a song, by Kurt that few have heard. Genius and pain ring clearest in this one, IMHO:
Hahahaha! That’s priceless. Thanks AP