Monday, April 05, 2004Memento Mori
In honor of the 10th anniversary of Kurt Cobain's suicide, I offer this topical joke from back in the day:
Q: What color were Kurt Cobain's eyes?
A: Blue. One blew this way, and one blew that way.
I didn't actually catch the grunge train until the year or so after "Smells Like Teen Spirit" hit the big time, but -- at risk of sounding old and out-of-it, because let's face it, at 28 I'm sure I look middle-aged to the average Limp Bizkit fan (why isn't there any good music anymore? what's wrong with these kids?) -- when I finally got into it, I did so with a vengeance. I still think a guy in a flannel shirt, ragged blue jeans and big ol' clod stompers is the sexiest fucking thing in the universe. And yes, to this day hearing any of the old songs -- especially "Drain You" which always reminds me of my first love -- makes me feel 16. One can't help but wonder what might have come to pass had Kurt not splattered his talent and intelligence against that wall that day.
On the other hand, while we like to think we might've eventually had another John Lennon in Kurt, the possibility remains: we might've had another Jim Morrison instead.
Anyway, hope you're happier wherever you are, Kurt.