If he hadn’t offed himself, today would have been the legendary songwriter Kurt Cobain’s forty-third birthday. The voice of his generation and one of the greatest of all rock stars, Cobain is living proof getting everything, having everything, isn’t necessarily enough.
But Kurt isn’t a cautionary tale. If the price Kurt paid was his life and if he had to be so depressed he took his own life, to write the songs he wrote for Nirvana, the world is better off (though he obviously wasn’t) with his death and the clutch of songs we got.
Shuffle em up…
Blew – All bass and stress
On A Plain – From the Unplugged, infanticide and family wrecks and hey Grohl can show restraint.
Downer – Punk but with a heavy bottom.
Come As You Are – Works from the most memorable of opening riffs: sounds like it was just waiting for him.
Beeswax – Kurt’s voice climbs out of the wreckage to bemoan before climbing back in.
I Hate Myself And I Want To Die – .From the demo boot: “It was someday, what’s the hastle?” Cobain inquires but the bass and drums carry him home.
The Money Will Roll Right In – I gotta buy the Reading album
About A Girl – No this isn’t the first glimmer of genius, that would be “Negative Creep”
Moist Vagina – MARIJUANA
Molly’s Lip – Sure they were a hard rock band but they were a hard rock band with POP LEANINGS
Tourette – Tears his fucking lungs out
Son Of A Gun – This is a great lost pop song off Hormoaning -somebody should cover it. May I suggest For Science?