Since Kurt Cobain turned a shotgun on himself and decided it was better for him to burn out than to fade away. While surprising it wasn’t surprising at all to anybody paying attention, you just always hoped Kurt’s apparent self-destructive nature was more for shock value in a pre-internet, pre-reality show world as opposed to what it turned out to be. As cliche as it sounds this was my peer group’s Kennedy assassination – a Matrix-esque moment where time slowed allowing you to inhale every little detail of the moment. I was in a car with two friends for our UW visit, on the downhill portion on the west end of the 520 bridge when the The End made the announcement. Crushing blow, I mean c’mon, these guys “helped make Seattle the most livable city in the world!” That 90s Seattle era was the craziest shit, where “doesn’t it rain all the time?” blue collar Seattle became an overnight sensation and was suddenly the hotbed of music and fashion, where Gore-Tex and flannel went from a way to stay dry and warm to a way to look cool (that era also seems to have been the kickoff to Seattle becoming LA North, but I digress…).
Anyways, RIP Kurt Cobain, gone but not forgotten.