It’s Kurt Cobain’s birthday today, he would be 47.
Kurt, I cannot put into words how much you inspire me every day, how much I love you. It kills me to know that I was not alive when you were, your music digs so deep inside of me and I feel a magnetic pull towards it, it drops inside of my soul and stays there for a long time after the songs are finished. I may not truly understand what the intent of your lyrics are, and I might not ever figure it out, but I’ve interpreted it in my own way, and when I listen to Heart-shaped box and Dumb and Lithium and any other song Nirvana put out I feel less alone. and some songs that I can relate to from other artists leave me feeling hopeless, but yours do the opposite. I feel inspired, like I can take on the world. I remember listening to Nirvana for the first time, I was 5 or 6, and I was in the car with my dad, even at a young age, I felt so connected and close to it. I watch your interviews like, every other day, and dear god, you were such a beautiful, inspirational, thoughtful, funny man.
Thank you.


Nirvana playing “Lithium” at the VMAs in 1992.

Or, as I like to call it:  HI AXL!!!!!

I was spanked all the time. My dad would, in social situations. When we were in restaurants, if I spilled a glass of water, he’d get me in a headlock and dig his knuckles into my head or smack me in the face. I never understood that, why a parent would be so embarrassed or so intimidated by what other people would think of you in a restaurant, just because your child spilled something on accident, to have to punish them for having an accident. That’s a weird psychological trick to play on a child because…I still put myself down and cuss myself out for knocking things over, I get really upset with myself because I’ve been conditioned to not spill things, don’t have accidents, don’t have human error. Everything’s supposed to be perfect at all times…Fuck him for that.
—  Kurt Cobain (from lost interview tapes & the film About a Son)