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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.

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Re: Gah, fucking Nirvana. :|

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The lyrics for Breed are so haunting....just like most everything he wrote.

I have a lot of mixed emotions, too, because he had a daughter and he left her in the biggest most fucked up way possible and that's so not cool.

I go back and forth from feeling profoundly empathetic for what his lyrics reveal of his world-view (because that's hell, plain and simple and I've been there too and so have you and when you're there, there's no way out and it's insane and you think it will never end but what you don't realize is that something bigger than you will save you imperceptibly if you'll just fucking hang on and then one day you'll realize you're not in hell anymore).

So this pendulum swings between anger and empathy and never settles in the middle, it just goes back and forth and makes me feel motion sickness when I hear his music or when somebody asks if I "still like Nirvana."

Yeah, he was a fucking addict, yeah, cry me a river, too. Just file me and everyone else under "forgiven."