Τετάρτη, 6 Απριλίου 2011

wearing green pajamas as I marry you


R.I.P. Kurt Cobain, 1967-1994
 This day we remember Kurt Cobain.
I would very much like to write a long and meaningful article about him, about his life and Nirvana, but It would be futile. For his life, his every word and melody are the ones speaking, telling us what a remarkable man he was. Some have called him a martyr, an icon, the last real star of rock n' roll, the father of grunge, the Jimi Hendricks of the generation of the 90's. The year he commited suicide by aiming a loaded shotgun in his mouth is the year I was born. And now, 17 years later the whole world knows who he is. Still, the younger kids scream out the lyrics of "Smells Like Teen Spirit" exactly as I did not more than five years ago. However, every word and sentence he has ever written is more than just songs that marked the revolutionary adolescent spirit of so many teenagers. They are the ones that reveal the inflictions of his tormented life and the ways in which he was wonderfully peculiar, talented and cursed to never find serenity and fulfilment.
This day and for ever, we remember Kurt Cobain.
May he rest in peace, and may the world know what a great musician and person was lost.


 
"I like punk rock. I like girls with weird eyes. I like drugs. (But my body and mind won't allow me to take them). I like passion. I like playing my cards wrong. I like vinyl. I like to feel guilty for being a white, American male. I love to sleep. I like to taunt small, barking dogs in parked cars. I like to make people feel happy and superior in their reaction towards my appearance. I like to have strong opinions with nothing to back them up with besides my primal sincerity. I like sincerity. I lack sincerity."


"I've read so many pathetic second rate, Freudian evaluations from interviews from my childhood up until the present state of my personality and how I'm a notoriously f---ed up heroin addict, alcoholic, self destructive, yet overtly sensitive, frail, fragile, soft spoken, narcoleptic, neurotic, little pissant who at any minute is going to O.D. jump off a roof wig out blow my head off or all 3 at once. Oh Pleez Gawd, I can't handle the success! The success! And I feel so incredibly guilty! For abandoning my true comrades who were the ones who are devoted who were into us a few years ago. And in 10 years when Nirvana becomes as memorable as Kajagoogoo, that same very small percent will come to see us at reunion gigs sponsored by Depends diapers, bald fat still trying to RAWK at amusement parks. Saturdays: puppet show, rollercoaster & Nirvana."

 
I'm so happy 'cause today 
I've found my friends ... 
They're in my head 
I'm so ugly, but that's okay, 'cause so are you ... 
We've broken our mirrors
Sunday morning is everyday for all I care ... 
And I'm not scared
Light my candles, in a daze
'Cause I've found god 
Hey, hey hey

I'm so lonely, but that's okay, I shaved my head ... 
And I'm not sad 
And just maybe I'm to blame for all I've heard ... 
But I'm not sure 
I'm so excited, I can't wait to meet you there ... 
But I don't care 
I'm so horny, but that's okay ... 
My will is good 
Hey, hey hey

I like it - I'm not gonna crack 
I miss you - I'm not gonna crack 
I love you - I'm not gonna crack 
I killed you - I'm not gonna crack 
                                             Lithium, Nirvanva

                                                            
              
   "it's better to burn out than to fade away"

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