3.0

A pretty thorough and moving portrait of a man who left the world too soon; the biography of an icon— who lived a life of love, sex, drugs, and rock & roll. Kurt Cobain, the man at the center of legendary grunge rock band, Nirvana, is someone I always admired growing up. He was an artist who struggled outwardly and inwardly more than we will ever know, and it’s tragic reading about his difficulties with mental illness, personal image, substance abuse, and career. I’m heartbroken every time I hear one of their songs come over the radio, because I believe in 1994 that we lost a true storyteller, if there ever was one. You can sense it in the music, and you can hear it in his voice: the pain, the mania, the raw emotion. This is a fairly dry account of his life and career, and it takes liberties detailing his final moments (which I found pretty inappropriate).

It’s interesting how the author contrasts the days of 90’s Grunge and the present climate of music, artistry, and stardom. I agree that 25 years ago, legends such as Kurt Cobain and Nirvana would have potentially struggled to make waves in a world all-encompassed in social media, viral sensations, and pop-y gossip. I cannot imagine Kurt uploading studio sessions to Instagram, or Tweeting fans after concerts, or adding a tour diary to his Snapchat. Nirvana existed in a time where hitting the road in a beat-up van with your buds, going from dive bar to seedy club, living out of motels and hostels... all to make a name for, was simply the thing you did.

Kurt is forever immortalized in my childhood, and that era of the 1990’s— a man that burned brighter than most, who was always himself, encouraged empathy, and gone away too quickly.

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