The sad thing to me about Kurt Cobain dying was that he was smart enough not to believe his own hype, but not smart enough to keep it seperate and off to the side. In his eyes he was a second rate rip off of Pixies and Husker Du, and maybe he was. Maybe he was the voice of a generation and maybe he wasn’t..
Between his own addictions and his inability to see himself as anything but a phony, combined with the media doing everything but canonizing him as a saint, he was in the end just too helpless to be anything but a rock and roll casualty.
To top it off he was hopelessly addicted to smack in order to ease his mental as well as his physical pains of ulcer and chronic stomach ache. All in all it was just a recipe for disaster, and it’s a miracle he wrote any songs at all, much less some memorable ones.