Twelve years ago today, the body of Kurt Cobain was found in the greenhouse of the house he shared with wife Courtney Love. He'd died of a self-inflicted shotgun wound to the head.
He was the frontman to Nirvana the most influential rock band of the early 90's. He was very troubled, both by his fame, and by physical pain - he suffered from crippling stomach pain daily, to which no doctor could diagnose. He claimed the heroin he was addicted to dulled the pain. In a last-ditch effort to save him from the drug, his wife, and several friends staged an intervention. After much struggle, he entered a treatment facility in California. He vanished from the facility and came home, where he was found dead later.
Nirvana was my first big rock band. I'm sure a lot of folks my age feel the same way, and remember this day, much like our parents remember the day that dipshit shot John Lennon.
Much love to the memory of Kurt Cobain, and I hope wherever he is, he doesn't see how jacked up Courtney Love is right now. OR the fact that she sold off a quarter of the control of the Nirvana catalog to some random record executive, instead of who it should RIGHTFULLY go to, Dave Grohl and Krist Novoleselic.
Source: http://popwatch.ew.com/popwatch/2006/04/remembering_kur.html
Okay, sappy tribute mode over. On to the snark.
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