The Many Ways We Remember Kurt Cobain After His Death


When Kurt Cobain was born in the small town of Aberdeen, Wash. On February 20, 1967, there was no way of knowing that he would be deified by many and that most people would remember. him on planet Earth. Today we remember Kurt as the handsome frontman of the 90s grunge rock band Nirvana. He was this generation’s response to Bob Dylan and the Beatles. But also, with his beautiful successful blonde partner, Courtney Love, he was Joe DiMaggio or JFK with Marilyn Monroe.

We also remember Cobain for the way he died. Like other greats, who died too young (many of whom, like Cobain, were only 27 – Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin and Jim Morrison), there remains a mystery surrounding his death. Some think someone else could have pulled the trigger. Some are surprised, if he did, why would he do such a thing? Even others can imagine the enormous pressure Cobain must have felt – the “Voice of a Generation”. This, from a disgruntled guy from a small town in the Pacific Northwest.

The world, in a way, remembers Cobain as we remember Mickey Mouse. He’s sort of a mascot. With his stringy blonde hair, million dollar smile, hoarse voice, brilliant songs, green cardigan, and hit albums, he was successful in a world where, at many points in his past life, he was successful. was anything but. Maybe it was too much to handle. Maybe a gun was easier to hold until he didn’t need it anymore?

Cobain is also remembered for Nirvana’s records, which stand the test of time. there is lo-fi Bleach, recorded by famous Seattle engineer Jack Endino. There are spirits emblazoned on all music lovers no matter featuring Blue Water and the Naked Baby (which sues the band today, in a twist no one could have imagined in 1991 when it hit shelves) on the album cover. And there are the screams In utero, which melted spirits and is almost too sad to relive because maybe we all should have known a little better about Cobain’s sanity.

But there is also the Cobain who lived free from it all, the adult Cobain who wore a robe whenever he wanted. There was the young Cobain, a rebel, a moron, a divorce son who grew up in Ronald Reagan’s America. There was the young man, Cobain, finding his way, living in relative misery in the northwest, strumming a used guitar, recording on voicemail tapes, smoking cigarettes. There is the happy Cobain who was successful and largely from the days when he called the Seattle radio stations and asked, “Why don’t you play my song? There is the Cobain in the white sunglasses, smiling because he has found a secret place in the world and it was a source of all that is desirable.

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Then there’s the heartbreaking Cobain – the tense, exhausted, exhausted and drugged in a room somewhere, skinny, pale, no one to help, and probably no one to talk to Cobain. In the end, maybe that was what made him feel. Her feeling that there was no one to share new words with. But, like so many others, it is only a theory about man.

Finally, there was Cobain the father, who is sadly survived by his daughter, Frances Bean, the child of Cobain and Love. Cobain’s band, Nirvana, which he also left behind, was formed in 1987. At the time, it included bassist Krist Novoselic, who remained in the band until Cobain’s death, and the drummer Aaron Burckhard, who would go on to become one of many drummers over the years, including the most famous Dave Grohl, the current frontman of the Foo Fighters.

In 2014, Nirvana was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. And a few months ago, the world celebrated Nevermind’s 30th birthday. (Seattle celebrates December 12.) Today, Cobain remains one of those people everyone feels like they know, or feel like they know what they would say or do on a given topic. Ultimately, though, maybe his greatest magic trick is that we all see ourselves in him, to one degree or another. That way her face, her music and her stringy blonde hair will always live on. This is our Kurt Cobain.

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Below you’ll find even more ways to remember the great musician, through pictures, videos and lyrics.

Top lyrics by Nirvana:

He’s the one who loves all our lovely songs, and he loves to sing along with it, and he loves to shoot his gun / But he don’t know what that means.

With the lights out it’s less dangerous / Here we are now, entertain us / I feel silly and contagious / Here we are now, entertain us.

I am so happy because today I found my friends, they are in my head.

What else can I say? Everyone is gay / What else could I write? I don’t have the right / What else should I be? All my excuses.

Hey! Wait! I received a new complaint.

All pictures of Charles Peterson:

(Not for the faint of heart) Note on Kurt Cobain’s suicide:

in Boddah

Speaking of the language of a seasoned fool who obviously would rather be a childish, emasculated plaintiff. This note should be fairly easy to understand.

All the caveats of punk rock 101 classes over the years, from my first introduction to, shall we say, the ethics of independence and membership in your community have been proven to be very true. I haven’t felt the excitement of listening to and creating music with reading and writing for too many years now. I feel guilty beyond words about these things.

For example, when we’re backstage and the lights go out and the maniacal roar of the crowd begins, it doesn’t affect me like it did for Freddie Mercury, who seemed to love, relish the love and worship of the crowd which is something i totally admire and envy. The point is, I can’t go wrong, any of you. It just isn’t fair to you or me. The worst crime I can think of would be to rip people off by pretending and pretending I was having 100% fun. Sometimes I feel like I should have a punch clock before I go on stage. I tried everything in my power to enjoy it (and I do, my God, trust me, but it’s not enough). I appreciate that me and we have touched and entertained a lot of people. He must be one of those narcissists who only appreciate things when they’re gone. I’m too sensitive. I need to be a little numb to regain the excitement I once had as a child.

On our last 3 tours I have had a much better appreciation for all the people I have known personally and as fans of our music, but I still can’t get over the frustration, guilt and l empathy I have for everyone. There is good in all of us and I think I love people too much, so much that it makes me too sad. The little sad, sensitive, little grateful, Pisces, man Jesus. Why don’t you just enjoy it? I do not know!

I have a goddess of a woman who sweats ambition and empathy and a girl who reminds me too much of what I was, full of love and joy, kissing every person she meets because everyone world is good and will do him no harm. And it terrifies me to the point that I can barely function. I can’t stand the idea of ​​Frances becoming the miserable, self-defeating death rocker that I have become.

I have it well, very well, and I am grateful, but since I was seven I have become hateful towards all humans in general. Only because it seems so easy for people to get along with empathy. Only because I love and pity people too much, I guess.

Thank you all from the bottom of my burning, nauseous stomach for your letters and concerns over the past few years. I’m too much of an erratic and cranky baby! I don’t have the passion anymore, so remember it’s better to burn out than fade away.

Peace, love, empathy.
Kurt Cobain

Frances and Courtney, I’ll be at your altar.
Please, continues Courtney, for Frances.
For her life, who would be so much happier without me.

I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU!



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