Kurt Cobain died ten years ago today. I was a junior in high school, and I remember hearing the news. I was really upset about it. I wore the same In Utero Nirvana t-shirt to school for an entire week (I think I washed it at least once). I still can’t listen to Nirvana’s music without feeling a little ping of sadness.
The weekend of the death me and my friend Richie were hanging out at the Pilgrim Diner in Jersey after working at KB Toys, talking about it. Processing it. This waitress gave us a religious lesson telling us how he was a bad person, blah blah blah. I hated that woman.
Fast forward ten years later and you have Courtney Love pretty much falling apart in public. She’s her own person, but sometimes I think to myself, “Can’t you get your shit together? At least for your daughter? For Kurt’s memory? For yourself?”