Ten years ago, my favorite musician shot himself at the relatively young age of 27. Admittedly, I wasn’t really a fan at that time and was only exposed to Nirvana’s music after Kurt’s death, but it was still a huge part of my turbulent life back then.
The Beeb has a pretty good article on Cobain’s life, together with comments from other fans and individuals:
I didn’t know he had talked about suicide earlier, but I guess there couldn’t have been a different ending than this for someone so troubled and full of angst.
Ten years. Has it really been that long? It’s things like this, coupled with my prodigal long-term Memory that make me realise how old I’ve suddenly become (almost as old as Kurt was at the time of his death). I don’t seem to have many friends and close family members that remember events older than the 90s. Time for some Pennyroyal Tea.