I just require this song on my tumblr again. Because it’s the best song of all time.
I’ll just leave this here.
In Memoriam of the Day: Jared Leto marks the 17th anniversary of Kurt Cobain’s passing (April 5th) by cosplaying as the Nirvana frontman to the tune of “Pennyroyal Tea.”
Actually, this is from “a short piece of film” Leto shot when he heard a Cobain biopic was in the works (Gus Van Sant’s Last Days?). “I made it to explore the character and explore creative possibilities,” he writes. “I never sent it to the studio or to anyone but thought I’d share it now.”
— Kurt Cobain (via julie911)
Courtney Love reading Kurt Cobain’s suicide note
I feel the same way you guys do. If you guys don’t think … that I used to sit in this room, when he played the guitar and sang, and feel so honored to be near him, you’re crazy…
Anyway, he left a note, it’s more like a letter to the fucking editor.
I don’t know what happened. I mean it was gonna happen, but it could’ve happened when he was 40.
He always said he was gonna outlive everybody and be a hundred and twenty. I’m not gonna read you all the note ’cause it’s none of the rest of your fucking business. But some of it is to you.
I don’t really think it takes away his dignity to read this considering that it’s addressed to … most of you. He’s such an asshole. I want you all to say ‘asshole’ really loud.
“This note should be pretty easy to understand. All the warnings from the punk rock 101 courses over the years since my first introduction to the, shall we say, ethics involved with independence and embracement of your community, has proven to be very true. I haven’t felt the excitement of listening to, as well as creating music, along with really writing something, for too many years now. I feel guilty beyond words about these things – for example, when we’re backstage and the lights go out and the roar of the crowd begins, it doesn’t affect me the way in which it did for Freddie Mercury, who seemed to love and relish the love and adoration of the crowd.”
Well, Kurt, so fucking what — then don’t be a rockstar you asshole.
”Which is something I totally admire and envy. The fact, I can’t fool you, any one of you, it simply isn’t fair to you or to me. The worst crime I could think of would be to put people off by faking it, pretending as if I’m having 100% fun“
No Kurt, the worst crime I can think of is for you to just continue being a rock star when you fucking hate it, just fucking stop.
”Sometimes I feel as I should have a punch-in time-clock before I walk out on stage. I’ve tried everything within my power to appreciate it, and I do, God believe me, I do. But it’s not enough. I appreciate the fact that I and we have affected and entertained a lot of people. I must be one of those narcissists who only appreciate things when they’re alone. I’m too sensitive. Oh, I need to be slightly numb in order to regain the enthusiasm I once had as a child. On our last three tours I’ve had a much better appreciation of all the people I’ve known personally, and of fans of our music. But I still can’t get out the frustration, the guilt and the empathy I have for everybody. There’s good in all of us and I simply love people too much.”
So why didn’t you just fucking stay?
”So much that it makes me feel too fucking sad. Sad little sensitive unappreciative Pisces, Jesus, Man…”
Oh shut up, bastard. Why didn’t you just enjoy it? I don’t know. Then he goes on to say personal things to me that are none of your damn business; personal things to Frances that are none of your damn business.
”I had a good marriage, and for that I’m grateful. But since the age of seven, I’ve become hateful toward all humans in general. Only because it seems so easy for people to get along and have empathy.“
”Only because I love and feel for people too much I guess. Thank you all from the pit of my burning nauseous stomach for your letters and concern during the last years. I’m too much of an erratic, moody person and I don’t have the passion anymore. So remember…“
And don’t remember this, cause this is a fucking lie!
”It’s better to burn out than to fade away“
God! You asshole.
”Peace, Love, Empathy. Kurt Cobain.“
And then there are some more personal things that is none of your damn business. And just remember: this is all bullshit.
But I want you to know one thing: that 80’s tough luck bullshit, it doesn’t work. It’s not real. It doesn’t work.
I should have let him – we all should have let him – have his numbness. We should have let him have the thing that made him feel better, that made his stomach feel better. We should have let him have it, instead of trying to strip away his skin.
You go home and you tell your parents, “Don’t you ever try that tough love bullshit on me, ‘cuz it doesn’t fucking work”. That’s what I think.
And I’m laying in our bed, and I’m really sorry. And I feel the same way you do. I’m really sorry you guys. I don’t know what I could have done. I wish I’d been here. I wish I hadn’t listened to other people, but I did.
Every night I’ve been sleeping with his mother, and I wake up in the morning and think it’s him because their bodies are sort of the same.
And I have to go now. Just tell him he’s a fucker, okay? Just say “fucker”. “You’re a fucker”.
And that you love him.
Today is the anniversary of Kurt Cobain’s 1994 death. In a story written for Rolling Stone two months after he died, Neil Strauss recreated the Nirvana frontman’s last days:
On March 25, roughly 10 friends — including band mates Krist Novoselic and Pat Smear, Nirvana manager John Silva, Billig, longtime friend Dylan Carlson, Love and Goldberg (Bottum had already gone home) — gathered at Cobain’s home on Seattle’s Lake Washington Boulevard to take a different approach with a new intervention counselor. (Novoselic is said to have staged his own separate confrontation with Cobain as well.) As part of the intervention, Love threatened to leave Cobain, and Smear and Novoselic said they would break up the band if Cobain didn’t check into rehab. After a tense five-hour session in the two-day process, Cobain retired to the basement with Smear, where they rehearsed some new material.
RIP, Kurt. We miss you.
On This Date In Future History
April 5, 2094: Millions of Americans mark the one hundredth anniversary of Kurt Cobain’s death by finally sitting down and getting their taxes done like responsible adults for fuck’s sake.
20. Just hours after performing on Saturday Night Live, and one week before Nevermindhit number one on the charts, Cobain overdosed on drugs. Courtney Love found him at 7:00 am the next morning lying on the floor. She revived him by splashing water on his face and punching him in the stomach.