Kurt Cobain died 20 years ago, on April 5, 1994. It’s crazy how time flies - it doesn’t feel like long ago that I first listened to Nirvana as a teenager, buying albums, singles, videotapes (e.g. Sonic Youth’s 1991: The Year Punk Broke) and bootlegs with my pocket money that was intended for lunch snacks at school. May his soul rest in peace.
Here’s a short excerpt of the 1994 obituary from the New York Times archive:
"Kurt Cobain, the ragged-voiced product of a Pacific Northwest timber town who helped to create the grunge rock sound that has dominated popular music for the last four years, was found dead today at his home here. The police said they believed that Mr. Cobain, the lead singer, guitarist and songwriter for the influential band Nirvana, killed himself with a single shotgun blast to the head." (read more)
Kurt Cobain Watercolour
I really haven’t had that exciting of a life. There are a lot of things I wish I would have done, instead of just sitting around and complaining about having a boring life. So I pretty much like to make it up. I’d rather tell a story about somebody else.
Drugs are a waste of time. They destroy your memory and your self-respect and everything that goes along with with your self esteem.