When I was 15, my Dad and I went to Seattle on April 5th to visit the park beside Kurt Cobain’s house. I wandered around with my Polaroid camera, taking these pictures in an almost daze. Nirvana was it for me - smack dab in the midst of those inexplicable years, Kurt’s voice and lyrics did for me what they do for everyone else. I felt like I knew him, like he had been an old friend. It was eerie standing steps away from where he took his last breath, wrote his last words. Today, ten years later, I took these photos out of my scrapbook and scanned them to share. I’ll definitely be playing Nirvana a little louder today.
Rest in peace Kurt.