20 years ago today I found out about the death of Kurt Cobain.
I wasn’t what you would call a HUGE Nirvana fan, however amidst my then Pearl Jam/Soundgarden obsession I did categorize Nirvana as one of my top 5 favorite bands back in 94 Nevermind was that album that everyone I went to high school with had a copy of.
I had over heard someone utter the words ‘…did you hear about that ‘Rock Star’ that killed himself?’ and quickly dismissed it as probably some artist from the 70s that I had little to no interest in. Afterall…grunge ruled. Nobody in that scene was going anywhere. It was rock solid. And soo gritty and cool.
Soon after I found out that the ‘Rock Star’ in question was Kurt Cobain.
My first thought was it’s impossibility. Kurt was too huge. Too iconic. He still had so much to say I thought.
Those thoughts soon turned to anger. ‘Why didn’t anyone help him??!!’ For God’s Sake the last song he released was called ‘I Hate Myself and want to Die’ which appeared on some Beavis and Butthead compilation. I remember feeling like screaming ‘Why didn’t anyone do anything??!!’
It’s 20 years later.
Nirvana is still being downloaded at a furious rate. People are still discovering Nevermind for the first time. Somewhere right now there is a kid sitting at the end of his bed with a Fender Strat guitar, learning the opening riff of ‘Smells Like Teen Spirit’.
Not bad for 27 years. In the years that have passed I have turned that confusion of Kurt’s death around into a positive. There once was a man…who by 27 years of age did more in his lifetime than most of us will ever experience.
That’s something to be celebrated.
– Scott Penfold