Trying to understand Kurt Cobain in 2004 may be a little like talking Nietzsche during a Left Behind book reading, but who’s got time to keep track of this cultural war thingy anyway? Which reminds me — I’m still mad at the guy’s selfish decision to snuff out his own life 10 years ago. I mean, culturally speaking, things weren’t really gonna go downhill for a few more years anyway. And if Courtney’s on-again/off-again relationship with rock star irony doesn’t
pay off like she thinks, who can we point to as the heir of the revolution that started with a three member band from, of all places, Washington state?
Why it’s you, me, and the guy sitting next to you at work. You both remember where you were when you first heard the anthem. You both can recall the buzz that launched a nation of layered T-shirts marching lockstep to confront a chronic sense of apathy. And when it came time to put the theory to the ultimate test, when it came time to sit down and actually listen to Nevermind, it dawned on you—there’s
some kind of connection here.
Like a Matrix socket in the back of so many cerebral cortexes, the angst and agony that spat out in Beatle-esqe rapture could not be denied. That was the force of Kurt Cobain in his short amount of time here. That’s how
he will be remembered. And that’s how those who were witnesses will reflect on the dark and enlightened memories of our collective grungy pasts.
Let me make it clear. I don’t like martyrs and I despise suicide even more. I refuse to use words like “prophet” and I ain’t too keen on the glorification of self-suffering either. But the tidal wave of energy that poured over so many souls all those years ago still has had a greater effect than the way it suddenly all came to an abrupt end. And that, I think, is part of the true nature of art.
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