His name was Cade and he was a friend in my freshman class, in high school. He introduced me to some game changing bands that would make my head explode, like Pearl Jam, Sound Garden, and most importantly, Nirvana.
I was late to the game of grunge as I lived a pretty protected life. I listened mostly, to classical and oldies, but would rebel with a little Celine Dion or Michael Crawford (he’s a Broadway star mostly known for Phantom of The Opera, but my favorite of his is Hello, Dolly!), every once in a while. I know, I was pretty badass.
Today is Kurt Cobain’s birthday and he would have been 50 years old.
At my age now, that seems so young, too young. I distinctly remember the day he committed suicide, in 1994, thinking that 27 seemed to be a pretty well lived life. At fifteen, twenty-seven seems old. Then, when you turn twenty-seven and you realize that that’s the age one of your musical idols passed away, it’s a stunning perspective.
Cobain’s music and lyrics gave me permission to feel, outside of the typical Texas box. A true artist, trail blazer and activist, we wish you a happy birthday Kurt, and we thank you! You will always be missed!
Here’s a sweet Instagram from his daughter, Frances Bean:
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