I’ve always been a Nirvana fan in some way, shape, or form. Not always a consistent listener as I’ve had spells where I’d listen all the damn time and others where I’d go months or even years without firing up an album. But the enjoyment and respect has always persisted in the end.
Why am I painting this out? Well, today marks the 25th anniversary of the suicide of Nirvana frontman, songwriter, guitarist, and vocalist Kurt Cobain.
[photo courtesy of mirror.co.uk]
I didn’t even realize it to be honest. I thought it was earlier in the year, like February or some such.
But, sure enough, April 5, 1994, it was.
I was a freshman in college when it happened and had just transferred at winter break from Iowa State University to Northern Illinois University. I was new to my floor and, while I was well versed in Nirvana music by that time, I didn’t really “get” the Kurt love. Sure, he was talented but he wasn’t particularly charismatic. He clearly didn’t enjoy the limelight and favor paid to him. So why would people keep shoveling it his way?
I moved on.
So, while so many of my floor mates were in mourning, his death did little to affect me.
You know that old Cinderella song “Don’t Know What You Got (Til It’s Gone)”? That’s how it finally hit me... not until many years later... when I had a craving for Nirvana music... and realized I had painfully little from which to choose... and would never have more.
I played what I could get my hands on and appreciated it and suddenly missed the genius that was Kurt Cobain.
[photo courtesy of metalheadzone.com]
Years later, I finally mourned him. Hard. Still do.
Rest In Peace, Kurt.
I wish this this was my collection. It belongs to u/cassettecultureMOD on Reddit. Dang it.