Kurt D. Cobain was born on February 20,1967 in Aberdeen,WA.He grew up in a middle class family.He was hyper as a child and was given morhpine to help him concentrate.As a side effect,he often lay awake until 4:00 a.m. so he was also given sedatives on a regular basis.He had a normal,happy childhood until he was seven years old and his parents got divorced.After moving back and forth between parents, he was sent to live with relatives.Kurt didn't like school because he didn't fit in.Instead of playing football,Kurt sang songs and painted.Eventually he started to develop a relationship where he at least talked with his dad.He began listening to Led Zeppelin and Kiss among others while looking through his father's records he got from a club.He eventually heard some british punk and his life was never again the same.He got his first guitar on his 14th birthday.Kurt dropped out of high school only a few weeks before graduation.In 1986,Kurt formed Nirvana with a friend:Chris Novocelic.They constantly rotated drummers until they were satisfied with future Foo Fighters frontman Dave Grohl.In 1991 the signed a record contract with Geffen and released the landmark album "Nevermind".It was released on September 24 and with songs like "Smells Like Teen Spirit","Lithium",and "Come As You Are",it established Kurt as the unwilling voice of a generation.On January 24,1992,Kurt married Hole frontwoman Courtney Love.Six months later, their child Frances Bean was born.Rumours of Courtney's supposed heroin abuse during her pregnancy surfaced.They were of course denied but not everyone was sure.In 1993 Kurt was ready to release the next record.Just one minor problem...he wanted to call it "I Hate Myself And I Wanna Die".It was of course later changed to "In Utero" but it's an eerie thought when you relaize that only one year later Kurt was found dead from a self-inflicted gunshot wound to the head.Our leader.The voice of our generation had killed himself because he couldn't take the pressure.According to him,it's better to burn out than to fade away.But his memory will never leave us.He lives on for all of eternity inside all the souls of the kids whom his music saved.
Genius is not a generous thing In return it charges more interest than any amount of royalties can cover And it resents fame With bitter vengeance Pills and powders only placate it awhile Then it puts you in a place where the planet's poles reverse Where the currents of electricity shift Your Body becomes a magnet and pulls to it despair and rotten teeth, Cheese whiz and guns Whose triggers are shaped tenderly into a false lust In timeless illusion 2 The guitar claws kept tightening, I guess on your heart stem. The loops of feedback and distortion, threaded right through Lucifer's wisdom teeth, and never stopped their reverberating In your mind And from the stage All the faces out front seemed so hungry With an unbearably wholesome misunderstanding From where they sat, you seemed so far up there High and live and diving And instead you were swamp crawling Down, deeper Until you tasted the Earth's own blood And chatted with the Buzzing-eyed insects that heroin breeds 3 You should have talked more with the monkey He's always willing to negotiate I'm still paying him off... The greater the money and fame The slower the Pendulum of fortune swings Your will could have sped it up... But you left that in a plane Because it wouldn't pass customs and immigration 4 Here's synchronicity for you: Your music's tape was inside my walkman When my best friend from summer camp Called with the news about you I listened then... It was all there! Your music kept cutting deeper and deeper valleys of sound Less and less light Until you hit solid rock The drill bit broke and the valley became A thin crevice, impassable in time, As time itself stopped. And the walls became cages of brilliant notes Pressing in... Pressure That's how diamonds are made And that's WHERE it sometimes all collapses Down in on you 5 Then I translated your muttered lyrics And the phrases were curious: Like "incognito libido" And "Chalk Skin Bending" The words kept getting smaller and smaller Until Separated from their music Each letter spilled out into a cartridge Which fit only in the barrel of a gun 6 And you shoved the barrel in as far as possible Because that's where the pain came from That's where the demons were digging The world outside was blank Its every cause was just a continuation Of another unsolved effect 7 But Kurt... Didn't the thought that you would never write another song Another feverish line or riff Make you think twice? That's what I don't understand Because it's kept me alive, above any wounds 8 If only you hadn't swallowed yourself into a coma in Rome... You could have gone to Florence And looked into the eyes of Beeline or Rafael's Portraits Perhaps inside them You could have found a threshold back to beauty's arms Where it all began... No matter that you felt betrayed by her That is always the cost As Frank said, Of a young artist's remorseless passion Which starts out as a kiss And follows like a curse By Jim Carrol from the book VOID OF COURSE