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create_destiny) wrote2007-11-22 10:59 am
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A friend of mine in Buffalo wrote to me recently, lamenting Cobain's demise. I lamented back. Told him I haven't listened to any Nirvana since 1994. Then a few hours later I'm channel surfing and I stop on Nirvana's "Unplugged in New York." I keep it there. The Boyfriend hears this and asks me from the next room, "Do you still like Nirvana?" And......I can't answer that question with a simple "yes" or "no." I launch into a diatribe about Kurt, the spirit of this age, meat-eating orchids, absurdity and surrealism in art and half way into this I'm shaking and crying. That's not a question that can be answered with a simple yes or no.
Tori Amos singing Nirvana's "Smells Like Teen Spirit"
This haunts me.
Tori Amos singing Nirvana's "Smells Like Teen Spirit"
This haunts me.
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Gah, fucking Nirvana. :|
It's weird, my first conscious defiance of "proper Orthodox practice" was to pray and light candles for him in church up at Platina, even though according to the Canons you're not supposed to pray for suicides.
*shrug* I dunno, man.
Otep did a really awesome cover and video of "Breed" recently, you should check it out: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xlaKJoFomXk
Re: Gah, fucking Nirvana. :|
Re: Gah, fucking Nirvana. :|
Re: Gah, fucking Nirvana. :|
Re: Gah, fucking Nirvana. :|
Re: Gah, fucking Nirvana. :|
Re: Gah, fucking Nirvana. :|
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I used to secretly collect names as a monastic of suicides and pray for them during liturgies- i wish i still had that list- there is one behind the altar in KC and one in Alaska- it had like 50 people on it- a few were friends.
I never got into Kurt Cobain until after he died and i was praying for him as a nun because I was still mad at Nirvana for selling out punk, but that is another story and argument for another time.
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well
So the answer has to be "yes" if you had such trouble answering it. But it's a much more complicated "yes" now with all the time passage.
As for his death (suicide? even from what little I knew about him at the time of his death, I doubted suicide), it's a terrible tragedy. I used to believe that suicide was an awful thing, the "sin of despair". I still think it's awful and does irrepairable damage to those left behind, but the person who does it must be in such horrific pain that he/she sees no way out. And for that, those people_deserve_ compassion. In their head, there is no "tomorrow will be a better day" or "this will hurt my loved ones". It's just mind numbing soul sucking pain and torture. When you're in that frame of mind....
well, for what it's worth, that's my opinion. I'm no expert. But yeah, I would have liked to see Nirvana still making music now...
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My family is really strict and religious, so I had to pass off bands as being Christian in order to listen to them. Luckily, my parents were kinda stupid, and didn't insist on reading the lyrics to songs, so as long as I could pass the band as "Christian", I could take them home.
Here was my elaborate scheme for getting secular CDs into my house: Go to record store with Mum. Spend a great deal of time in the Christian music section. So long, that she stops paying attention to what I'm doing and goes over and looks at jazz. Now is my time. I randomly pick up N (where N is a rational, whole integer) CDs, and then quickly walk through the Rock aisle on the way to the cash register. As I go through the alphebetically listed secular CDs, I would replace each Christian CD I'd randomly picked up with the one I really intended to buy. I'm sure this wreaked havoc on the record store, but PLEASE UNDERSTAND THAT I WAS FULFILLING A SPIRITUAL NEED. The need for f*cking rock and roll. Out-of-stocks and disorganized CDs were my enemy. It's how I ended up with some REALLY SHITTY CDs, because I'd get to S for Stone Temple Pilots, and they'd be out of "Tiny Music for the Vatican Gift Shop", and I'd have to make my way to the cash register with a "Praizes 4 Him, Hip Hop Reinterpretations" of Hymns CD.
OH THE ANGUISH.
Then, I'd have to DEFEND my "Christian" CD purchases as "Christian enough". I thank Jesus every day for allowing Really Awesome Employees (tm) to be manning the cash register whenever I'd have to stand there with Mum and be like "No, Mum, Oasis is Christian. They're called Oasis, because Jesus Christ is an oasis of hope" and "Mum, I swear, 311 is Christian. It's from John 3:11, which says that 'Verily, verily, I say unto thee, We speak that we do know, and testify that we have seen; and ye receive not our witness'"
Stone Temple Pilots got their name from some passage in the Old Testament about the Temple of Israel. Live got their name because we are dead to ourselves and alive in Jesus Christ. I have no idea how I passed off the bands Pulp, Silverchair, Cake...
Bands I could not pass off as "Christian": Smashing Pumpkins. Garbage. and Nirvana.
I had to rely on my cooler, "less Christian" friends that could listen to secular music. I had to convince them to come over to my house where I had a CD Player/Casette Recorder setup, and that they needed to bring their CD, and then I would copy the CD. Then on the outside, I would write something like "Michael W. Smith 'Go West Young Man'"
DO YOU SEE THE EFFORT???
The point of all this... I had a dream of being able to be myself. Of being able to express myself. Of not having to hide who I was, or my dreams and my goals. Music was my outlet and my hope. It inspired me to do something with my life where I wouldn't have to hide myself forever.
When I heard about Kurt Cobain, I was so angry. I felt like I'd been left alone, and he wasn't going to give me any more music to live for. I couldn't understand, and I was just incredibly sad that he was gone. I suppose it's selfish that my perception of him as an artist revolved around the way he inspired me, but that's all I could comprehend at the time - the thing that I looked forward to most - new music - there'd never be any more from him. I don't think I got over it.
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