come april, suddenly two things are remembered:
the blossoming of spring and death of
on february 20, 2007, kurt cobain would have turned 40 years old. an artist in every way possible, he was apart of the birth of an alternative generation that provided a path for music today.
full of love, apathy, drugs, sex and rock n’roll, kurt never seemed to truly feel proud of himself. in 1992 during the height of his music career, he moved himself from seattle to downtown los angeles to lock himself up in a room, indulge in heroin, put away his guitar and pick up a paintbrush. as a boy he always loved drawing and was known to teachers as someone who had amazing artistic potential. using a mixture of acrylics, oils and at times, his own cigarette ashes, blood and semen, kurt retreated to the visual art medium as a way to cope with his own personal demons. sharing work with only very close friends, he mentioned that he often wished he could quit nirvana to open up his own art gallery.
as the rush of touring increased, he had to give up his love of painting. over the next two years, kurt’s mentality cascaded into his own worst enemy and within each destructive month that stumbled before his 27th birthday, he truly lost himself. on april 8, 1994, kurt’s body was found and days after his ashes were scattered under magnolia trees inside the state of washington. thirteen years later, as a sad controversy continues to linger over his death, what still remains important is how influential kurt was musicially, artistically …and always will be.
the off ramp cafe
live // november 25, 1990
during this time, its quite special to listen to the music of nirvana, but in a sense, its very hard to deny how sad this loss makes many of us still feel. this recording is one of their more rare live performances including one of the best setlists and an epic encore sharing a playfulness and vulnerability that was beyond captivating.
oh, the guilt
pay to play
floyd the barber
about a girl
verse chorus verse
been a son
here she comes now
something in the way
where did you sleep
son of a gun