It was the 8th of April 1994 when they all got the news,
The news they had all been anticipating yet no one expected
Why hadn't they done anything to stop it?
Whatever the reason those now, 18 years later, I have to pay for something that happened 3 years before I was alive…
Every night, spent crying over the past 7 months…
Every day feeling the anger and depression flood my veins.
It was the 8th of April when they all got the news
Kurt Donald Cobain, lead singer and guitarist of the 90's rock-grunge band 'Nirvana' had died by his own hand.
With a daughter only too young to understand and a drug addicted wife, who was in rehab at the time, I can only say with pure disdain that it was a electrician who found Kurt's heroin-ridden body laying on the ground, surrounded by blood, that would surly stain the floor of the greenhouse, pieces of skull littered the floor, the work of the rifle Kurt still held in his stiff cold hand the only other item was his wallet, heroin and a suicide note that read:
To boddah,
Speaking from the tongue of an experienced simpleton who obviously would rather be an emasculated, infantile complain-ee. This note should be pretty easy to understand.
All the warnings from the punk rock 101 courses over the years, since my first introduction to the, shall we say, ethics involved with independence and the embracement of your community had proven to be very true. I haven't felt the excitement of listening to as well as creating music along 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 manic roar of the crowds begin, it doesn't affect me the way in which it did for Freddie Mercury, who seemed to love, relish in the love and adoration from the crowd which is something I totally admire and envy. The fact is, I can't fool you, any one of you. It simply isn't fair to you or me. The worst crime I can think of would be to rip people off by faking it and pretending as if I'm having 100% fun.
Sometimes I feel as if I should have a punch-in time clock before I walk out on stage. I've tried everything within my power to appreciate it (and I do, God, believe me I do, but it's not enough). I appreciate the fact that I and we have affected and entertained a lot of people. It must be one of those narcissists who only appreciate things when they're gone. I'm too sensitive. I need to be slightly numb in order to regain the enthusiasms I once had as a child.
On our last 3 tours, I've had a much better appreciation for all the people I've known personally, and as fans of our music, but I still can't get over the frustration, the guilt and empathy I have for everyone. There's good in all of us and I think I simply love people too much, so much that it makes me feel too fucking sad. The sad little, sensitive, unappreciative, Pisces, Jesus man. Why don't you just enjoy it? I don't know!
I have a goddess of a wife who sweats ambition and empathy and a daughter who reminds me too much of what I used to be, full of love and joy, kissing every person she meets because everyone is good and will do her no harm. And that terrifies me to the point to where I can barely function. I can't stand the thought of Frances becoming the miserable, self-destructive, death rocker that I've become.
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. Only because it seems so easy for people to get along that have empathy. Only because I love and feel sorry for people too much, I guess.
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.
Peace, love, empathy,
Kurt Cobain
Frances and Courtney, I'll be at your altar. Please keep going Courtney, for Frances. For her life, which will be so much happier without me.
I love you, I love you!
It was the 8th of April when they all got the new that Kurt Cobain had shot himself in the head on the 5th of April 1994. My world ended 3 years before it began.
R.I.P Kurt Cobain, I hope you found your nirvana.