But he spoke to me. I know - he wrote to himself, he wrote to a generation, it wasn't me personally. But his music still speaks to me. It still reaches out and lulls me to sleep when insomnia hits me. It still lets me release tension and anger when I need it to. This is my contribution to the memories of his death. I'll admit freely I wasn't a Nirvana fan when he died. But I was a few months later. I hope you enjoy this.
That man got me through my teenage years. He was an idiot for killing himself and the world lost something great, but then, the man himself said something along the lines of, 'It's better to burn out than fade away.' Of course he was also involved in an anti drugs campaign with the line 'You need drugs like a hole in the head' so maybe he's not the person to follow rigidly........
Kurt Cobain Died
The tinny sounds of Smells Like Teen Spirit
Pumping from eleven walkmans, after lights
Out when all was meant to be quiet and
Still. Dave Fanning crooning in our young ears.
The news came in; eleven young voices
Joined in a mass groan and wail: he was dead?
Walking down Retreat Lane heading in
To town. Voices hushed, disbelieving, lost.
Cutting through Mel’s, strictly forbidden for
Students but a rule frequently ignored.
I didn’t care – mine was trad music, not
Grunge. Not until later did I convert.
But I was in love with Sarah Harty
And she loved him, so I grieved with her and
Faked shock and tears until finally I
Fell in love with him too. So began my
Obsession, still ongoing. Nirvana.
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