Do you remember where you were when you found out that Kurt Cobain died? I do. I had just come home from school. It was my 19th birthday. As a shy, quiet girl who loved grunge (and still does), I’ll never forget the utter speechlessness I felt. Sadness. Thinking what a waste it was for such talent to be wasted away. Kurt was wrong. Living life and fading out gracefully is so much better than burning out.
Context where these thoughts came from: My hubby is out on a date tonight, the kids are doing their own thing, so I decided to watch the documentary Kurt Cobain: Montage of Heck.