When I first began listening to Nirvana in high school, I wasn't really ready for them.
I don't mean that in any profound, mystical sort of way. I'm just saying that when I was 16, I wouldn't have known good music if it had tried to climb up my ass and lay eggs there. I watched MTV, for Christ's sake.
So, basically, I didn't get Nirvana. I owned In Utero, I watched the Unplugged special, and I had three flannel shirts. But I didn't know what the fuck, and that's a fact.
I wasn't even on the ball enough to realize just how uncommonly beautiful Kurt Cobain was.
Yeah. Late bloomer.
Anyway, I've recently begun listening to Nirvana again, and I'm a little surprised with them. Ten years down the line, and they actually sound better than I remember. Maybe I'm just better equipped to appreciate it, now. I don't know. But I don't think it's sentimentality, because I clearly remember not especially caring when he did himself.
This is the song that flipped the switch.
Wow. So now I know. It's offical. Kurt was pretty good. Kurt was better than most.
I think I'm experiencing retroactive regret. I was most definitely and absolutely one of those passive, aggravating teenybopper fans that inspired this guy to eat that double-barrelled doom-cock.
But I'm still convinced the dope-sucking hag he married didn't exactly help matters.
