Discovering the Relevance of Words
I was twelve when Kurt Cobain died. Amy, my next door neighbor at the time, called my parents house, and told me to come over. She was 19, but knew how much Nirvana meant to me, so we sat on the couch watching the Kurt Loder MTV News Report, while tears streamed from our eyes.
At twelve, I wasn’t so sure how I should feel about something like this. I hadn’t been through any deaths at that point, and while Cobain wasn’t someone I knew personally, I felt as if I did. The day after he died was the day I bought my first guitar. He absolutely changed my life with his writing – such simple lyricism, and guitar work, yet everything was so calculated and stark.
On Saturday, In Utero turned twenty. I can’t believe it’s been that long. My students don’t know who Kurt Cobain is. Some of them wear Nirvana shirts, but they’ve never put two and two together. They look at my poster of Cobain, and just get confused. Foo Fighters just celebrated 18 years… wow. 18 years.
Today’s mood setter might muster up a few different feelings, but I hope you smile when you think of Nirvana. They were one of the greats.