Monday, February 25, 2008

All for you



About Kurt Cobain

  • I remember Kurt for what he was, caring, generous and sweet.
  • I still dream about Kurt. Every time I see him in a dream, I’ll be amazed and I get this feeling that everyone else thinks he’s dead. It always feels totally real, probably because I’m a very vivid dreamer. But, in my dreams, Kurt’s usually been hiding - we’ll get together and I’ll end up asking him, ‘God, where have you been?’
  • He really didn't care about a lot of things that you're supposed to care about in the public arena. He really just didn't care.
  • In his way, he was the closest equivalent this decade and this generation of rock fans had to a John Lennon, and i dont make that comparison easily or impulsively.
  • I think one of the reasons so many people connected to him is they could tell his music was really pure and instinctual.
  • He said, 'Man, I just escaped from Exodus' [a treatment facility]. I didn't have any foresight that the guy was going to do what he did. I could tell he was bummed out, and I'd been that way before. We were at baggage claim, and I thought I'd ask him to come stay at my house. I turned around and he was gone... What if. Only if. A lot of my friends have died. If only he'd...
  • Lyrically I thought Kurt's writing was sort of cynical and that his words meant more than even he realized.
  • I cried, I don’t know why….I don’t like his music or anything….you know it’s awful about his baby I just……I don’t want to talk about that…..I just don’t think he has very many guts……I just don’t see why he wouldn’t want to see his daughter grow up…you know…that he wouldn’t be excited enough about that to not think of himself……people just start thinking of themselves too much. I don’t think it’s so much that they become conscious of the world of video and the world of this and that and a world of fame, they just think of themselves and no matter who you are and whether you’re a rock star or a garbage man, if you’re thinking of yourself all the time you’re not gonna be very good at what you do. With a baby you can tell them funny jokes when they’re two and they’ll love it, you can teach them about how everyone’s an idiot and they’ll love it…..but you know…..it doesn’t occur to a lot of people how intense that is…..how beautiful it is.
    • John Frusciante (Years later, the clean John, turned in something like a Nirvana fan, playing nirvana covers in his shows)
  • I remember watching Kurt come through and thinking, ‘God, this music is nuclear’, This is really splitting the atom. They raised the temperature for everybody. Manufactured pop never looked so cold as when that heat was around. Nirvana made everything else look silly.
  • Most kings get driven so insane that they try to hit the same vein Kurt Cobain did
  • I remember the first time I saw him. I was 14 years old. I saw the 'Smells Like Teen Spirit' video and instantly fell in love with him, even though I couldn’t see his face. I just wanted to see his face so much. After weeks of finding out anything I could about Nirvana, I saw his face — and he had a face like an angel. I loved him. He was my platonic love.
  • He had a touch most guitarists would kill for.
  • I only met Kurt once...I was touched by him. He seemed a little shell shocked as though he felt yet another show might drop at any time.
  • You know, I always thought I'd go first. I don't know why I thought that, it just seemed like I would. I mean, I didn't know him on a daily basis - far from it. But, in a way, I don't even feel right being here without him. It's so difficult to really believe he's gone. I still talk about him like he's still here, you know. I can't figure it out. It doesn't make any sense.
  • I meet him a few times. He was an pretty cool guy.
  • In twenty years from now, when people will look back at the 90's, they wont remember the commercial giants like Ace of Base or Backstreet Boys, they will remember the artistic bands and artists like Kurt Cobain and Nirvana.
  • I think one of Kurt's strengths was his simplicity. He knew how to write really catchy songs that said a lot without doing too much.
  • The only person I have any respect for as a songwriter over the last 10 years is Kurt Cobain. He was the perfect cross between Lennon and McCartney...but he was a miserable fuck at the same time.
  • He had a wonderful balance of raw, dangerous anger, but also he was this delicate, fun person...He was brilliant, but he played dumb. And you know, Kurt was funny as shit.
  • Kurt Cobain was one of the best of our time
  • I dont think there's any better expresion for that era (the 90s) then Kurt Cobain and Nirvana.
  • Rage and aggression were elements for Kurt to play with as an artist, but he was profoundly gentle and intelligent.
  • He had life figured out really young. He knew life wasn’t always fair.
    • Wendy O'Connor (mother)
  • [He] was very talented, but he was passive-aggressive, kind of a whiny white guy, basically.
  • [If he] applied the same brain to his music that he applied to his drug-infested life, its reasonable to think that his music may not have made much sense either.
  • I think Kurt was one of the deepest thinkers we've had in popular music over the last 20 years and if anyone deserves to have his songs dwelled upon it's him.
  • Kurt and I weren't the closest of friends, but I knew him well enough to be devastated by his death. For such a quiet person, he was so excited about having a child.
  • He really, really inspired me. He was so great. Wonderful. One of the best, but more than that. Kurt was one of the absolute best of all time for me.
  • I don't know why everyone on earth felt so close to that guy; he was beloved and endearing and inoffensive in some weird way. For all his screaming and all of his darkness, he was just lovable.


Songs about Kurt Cobain

  • It's a shame about your future
    It's a crime about your past.
    • The Fall (Kurt's Blues) by Cher
  • Blown away by fame
    We could all feel the shotgun hit the floor.
    • The Day Seattle Died by Cold
  • Help me please
    Burn the sorrow from your eyes
    Oh come on, be alive again
    Don't lay down and die
  • You can hear them crying down the lane
    From Portland to Maryland
    From Greece to Spain
  • They all stand straight and swing to the side
    No heads, but they feet still glide
    Take a step back, twist and dive
    I even seen Kurt Cobain get live
  • The whole world was crying when Kurt's gun went bang
    When Eazy-E died though, it wasn't no thang
    Rapper dies of A.I.D.S. but you hardly mention
    Rocker blows his face off and becomes a legend
    Heroin and a shotgun, a hero is made
    Maybe I should do that shit so J can get paid
  • Don't feel like home. He's a little out
    And all this words elope. There's nothing like your poem
    A scratching voice all alone. There's nothing like your baritone
    It's nothing as it seems. The little that he needs. It's home
    The little that he sees is nothing he concedes. It's home
  • A truant finds home...and I wish to hold on...
    But theres a trapdoor in the sun...immortality...
  • There was this boy who played in a rock n' roll band
    And he wasn't half bad at saving the world
    She said he could do no right, so he took his life
    The story is true
  • First time I saw you,
    You were sitting backstage in a dress
    A perfect mess.
  • He gathered up his loved ones
    And he brought them all around
    To say, "Goodbye, nice try."
  • He lies in an empty room
    With his hair burnt to the back
    It sure sounds funny
    When you say his name like that.
  • Toward another, he has gone
    To breathe an air beyond his own.
  • He rocked the United States by flying all over the country and playing that rock and roll
    He is a good singer
    He is my rock star
  • Too late,
    He sleeps with angels
    Too soon,
    He's always on someone's mind.

Songs which mention Kurt Cobain

  • Thanks to Elvis and Kurt Cobain
    the world will never be the same
  • My sister, she says she knows Elvis
    She knows Jesus, John Lennon, and Kurt Cobain personally
  • I remember doing nothing on the night Sinatra died
    And the night Jeff Buckley died
    And the night Kurt Cobain died
    And the night John Lennon died.
  • What of Kurt Cobain, will his presence still remain?
  • A whole generation of kids blowin' out their fuckin' brains to this Kurt Cobain music
    • Devils's Night by D12
  • And going for the clincher, a girl cries out in vain
    How Jesus lived 6 years longer than Kurt Cobain
    And Jesus' hair was longer, and Jesus' arms were stonger
    And Jesus's eyes were bluer, and Jesus' thoughts were truer
    • Jesus Lived 6 Years Longer Than Kurt Cobain by The Floors
  • And a memory that can ease your pain
    Like a melody from Kurt Cobain.
  • Way out in Seattle
    Young Kurt Cobain
    Snuck out to the greenhouse
    Put a bullet in his brain.
  • Keep them high like Kurt Cobain.
  • Johnny wishes he was famous
    Spends his time alone in the basement
    With Lennon and Cobain
    And a guitar and a stereo.
  • Having conversations with Kurt Cobain
    I'm drowning my fears in the acid rain.
  • And so I parallel the brains of Cobain.
  • Yeah the whole byrd gangs in here like Kurt Cobain was here.
  • Kurt Cobain, he never had a chance, you know.
    Incurable romantics never do.
    • Heart by Stars (alternate lyric)
  • Disturbed by the fame
    Just like Kurt Cobain.
  • I'll spend my days with J.F.K., Marvin Gaye, Martha Raye, and Lawrence Welk,
    And Kurt Cobain, Kojak, Mark Twain and Jimi Hendrix's poltergeist.
  • I'll finish with a bang, like in Cobain's biography
  • A daily dose of eMpTyV
    Will flush your mind right down the drain
    Shannon Hoon and Kurt Cobain,
    Make yourself a household name
  • Maybe if I put a bullet in my brain
    They'd remember me like Kurt Cobain
    And the parasites on MTV
    Would wipe their eyes and act like they knew me
  • My favorite color is red, like the blood shed
    from Kurt Cobain's head, when he shot himself dead
  • Ne me parle pas de travail à la chaîne
    Je veux pas finir comme Kurt Cobain
    (Don't talk to me about working on the assembly line/I don't wanna end like Kurt Cobain)
  • Kurt Cobain was so young
    Sad to see this poet's gone.
  • And they told me
    The times have changed
    Cause' our parents had Hendrix, Janis and Jim
    But what about River Phoenix and Kurt Cobain.
  • Y hoy me encuentro tan solo y triste
    cual hoja al viento
    quisiera llorar, quisiera morir,
    como Kurt Cobain, de sentimiento.
    (And today I am so alone and sad
    like a leaf in the wind
    I wish to cry, I wish to die
    like Kurt Cobain, in feeling)
    • Decadencia(en vivo) - Heroes del Silencio
  • Любой, имеющий в доме ружье приравнивается к Курту Кобэйну,

Любой, умеющий читать между строк обречен иметь в доме ружье...
(Anyone with a shotgun at home equates to Kurt Cobain,
Anyone able to read between the lines is destined to have a shotgun at home)

    • Пой мне еще - Сплин
  • So I watched pay per view and polished my shoes and my gun

Was diggin' on Kurt Cobain sing about lithium

    • "Me and My Moneky" - Robbie Williams
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Polly really wanted a cracker


"I feel like people want me to die, because it would be the classic rock n' roll story."
-- Kurt Cobain, 8/92 (Cobain Dossier, p. 41)

Kurt Donald Cobain was born on February 20, 1967, in Hoquaim, Seattle; his family moved to Aberdeen when he was six months old. Cobain's childhood was a happy one by many accounts - he remembered being joyful, his parents were infatuated with him, and his aunts & uncles were captivated by his artistic talent - not to mention his unique personality in general. His parents divorced when he was 8 years old; some say that was what turned his life around for the worse, but others insist things sloped downward beforehand. Kurt claims in 1974 he got a lump of coal for Christmas and was devastated. Family members also say that his mother incessantly yelled at him for trivial things which left Kurt sobbing like a baby, and in fact Don - despite what Kurt's mother, Wendy, has continually claimed - may have been more civil toward Kurt than her. Additionally, Wendy stated Kurt's infamous poem on his room wall - "I hate mom, I hate dad. Dad hates mom, mom hates dad.." - was evidence of the impact the divorce had on him. In actuality, he wrote this months before his parents split. Kurt would also later tell his close friend Dylan Carlson that living with Wendy's new boyfriend, a "mean, huge wife-beater", was more psychologically damaging than the divorce beforehand. (WKKC?, p. 8-9) Either way, he was subsequently shuffled from home to home, parent to parent, and relative to relative.

"Kurt didn't fit the general mold of society in a logging town, and so he was beaten up on by people who didn't understand him." -- Kurt's uncle Larry (WKKC?, p. 22)

He had great trouble fitting in with kids his age throughout grade school; the jocks were simple-minded rednecks, the nerds were retarded and didn't like music, and the stoners were idiots. The potheads did like some of the same music he did, however, which became an incentive to hang out with them. From the Mickey Mouse drum set his mother, Wendy, bought him at age 4 to the bass drum his Aunt Mary gave him at age 7, he proudly marched down the street giving the neighbors daily headaches and pissing off the redneck Aberdonians he hated - music became a permanent staple in Kurt's life from an early age. His Uncle Chuck bought him a used six-string Lindell guitar for his fourteenth birthday, and in 1984 when he went to a Black Flag show he was, in his own words, "instantly converted" to punk rock.

Kurt had moved to his father's house when he could no longer tolerate Wendy and the "paranoid schizophrenic" -Wendy's own description of her first boyfriend post-Don - and for a while they got a long great. It was just before he turned 11 that Don decided to remarry. Kurt would never adapt to living with this new family, overtaken by jealousy and frustration over what he saw as betrayal by his father. He began using drugs at an early age, one of the other few things he held onto throughout his existence. He started smoking pot in the ninth grade. It'd be terribly inaccurate to say pot was a gateway drug for him. He had some violent tendencies, was still somewhat hyperactive as he had been as a kid, and was in pain for a long time. Drugs were simply the easiest way to soothe his nerves. Some believe Kurt's taking Ritalin as a kid to subdue what was perceived to be an inordinate amount of energy he had was something that made him more prone to hard drugs, while others insist his taking of the medication was very brief and would not have amounted to any significant impact on his psyche.

Today, many believe he was nothing more than a suicidal junkie who threw everything away, leaving his wife and daughter to pick up the pieces of their lives without him. Many have pinned the blame on heroin. Others, such as Krist Novoselic, said that "smack was just a small part of his life." Faith No More's Roddy Bottum said, "I think drugs tampered with his life, but they weren't as huge a part of his life as people make it out to be."

After forming Nirvana and eventually recording Bleach with Sub Pop Records for $606.17 - and subsequently playing a very successful, while simultaneously grueling tour - he was on the brink of stardom when signing with Geffen Records. Here, Nirvana recorded Nevermind in May and June of 1991, an album to be released on 9/24/91, which would be the record to finally knock Michael Jackson's Thriller out Billboard's #1 spot in the week of 1/11/92 and proceed to sell over 10 million units. It remains one of the best-selling albums ever. Not to be caught up in any of the corporate ass-kissing, Nirvana got kicked out of their own album release party on Friday the 13th of September after Krist and Kurt started a food fight.

Many things went up for Cobain - his wealth, popularity, and heroin use were among them. He initially amused himself by lying to journalists in interviews - once getting the press to believe he was a narcoleptic in order to offer a quick answer as to why he slept so sporadically - but toying with them would come back to haunt him as he'd later say members of the media "abused" and "betrayed" him. A key turning point in that relationship may have been Lynn Hirschberg's Vanity Fair article, "Strange Love", which - among other things - accused Courtney of using heroin while she knew she was pregnant. What should be of at least some importance here, however, is this:

"They [Kurt & Courtney] consulted a teratogenic (birth defects) specialist who informed them that heroin use, especially if confined to the first trimester, was virtually harmless to the fetus if the mother's withdrawal wasn't too traumatic...Amazing but true." -- CAYA, p. 244

Then again, she didn't know that when she was using. Some, including Hank Harrison, point out that overlooked issues may have been Courtney's alleged smoking and drinking which could have done some real damage to the then-unborn child. That's an issue for another story. The article also hinted that Courtney introduced Kurt to heroin, spawning the still prevalent myth that she had turned him into a junkie.

Getting back on topic: Kurt never enjoyed fame - at least he said so in some interviews. Nirvana continued to tour and record, working hard, so some of his claims about hating fame appeared contradictory to some:

"He hated going to award shows, and he didn't always like being recognized, but he worked very hard to get nominated for those awards shows, and he worked very hard to be recognized." -- Danny Goldberg (HTH, p. 247)

Additionally:

"There was surprise, too, that a man apparently dedicated to the slacker lifestyle had met his end while living the yuppie dream in a $1.5 million mansion in the most exclusive part of Seattle...he expressed loathing of his fame by commenting angrily on the conceits of rock stars while indulging those conceits all the more." -- Sanford, p. 13-14

He even enraged his band mates by demanding a larger share of Nirvana royalties - more than double what he previously had - for not only future Nirvana albums but also retroactive for sales of Nevermind. Predictably, many pinned this incident on Courtney Love as well.

Nirvana ended a break and began touring again, soon returning to Europe, but at the same time he really did seem to begin showing signs of wanting to get a change of scenery. He began to distance himself from band mates Krist Novoselic and Dave Grohl, spending more time with others such as Pat Smear and Eric Erlandson. His relationship with his wife, Courtney Love, began to deteriorate somewhat - or so it seems so based on some things we have learned. Some saw Kurt as being depressed and crippling under pressure, but others said that he was doing well considering the situation he was in. The last days of his life are now something of musical folklore - troubling, but at the same time a mystery. The body of a legend was found on April 8, 1994 and the rock world changed forever - for the worse, many think. His death certificate was signed only a day later, making it official that he had died of an apparent self-inflicted gunshot wound to the head. Many copycat suicides followed - apparently there are over 70 to date - and many who had latched onto Nirvana's music felt empty and more angry than ever, being forced to return to the mundane grind of ordinary life.

It was not long before conspiracy theories arose, as they do in any case of this magnitude. Seattle journalist Richard Lee was the first who came out stating Cobain was murdered five days after the body was found, renaming his public access show from 'Now See It Person to Person' to 'Was Kurt Cobain Murdered?' - soon morphing to 'Kurt Cobain was Murdered'. He has done over 500 episodes, with some content being available on his site. The theory did not attract as much attention until a private investigator named Tom Grant came forward with a claim that surprised many - that he had been Courtney Love's private investigator, and in the process came to the conclusion she was involved in a conspiracy to murder her husband. He presented his case on nationally-syndicated radio shows and it began to spread on the Internet. Eventually a book was published on the matter that was fairly successful. To this day, sites continue to be updated keeping track of the murder theories. Tom Grant continues to sell case manuals. Hank Harrison, Courtney Love's father, is looking to publish a book in the near future. Richard Lee continues to do his television program, Now See It Person to Person.

Did these theories have any merit? Some aspects of them made a lot of sense. Many now believe there is still unsettled business with Cobain. A final chapter in the saga of Kurt Cobain continues to be written.

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Sunday, February 24, 2008

Us


My skin is a part of your face
avoiding the air
between us in harmony,
as the fluctuating brilliance
of your eye
shines from that old wooden chair
with its feet
firmly planted
in your shoes,
and our arms which twine
are the branches
of the tree outside
the window
which watches, expectantly.
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The Music



Tension, panic, desperation,
My head begins to pound,
I cannot breathe,
Then I hear It.
A soft, beautiful melody
Floats through the air
And penetrates my senses.
It is joined by a sweet harmony
That soothes my frantic soul.
Melody and Harmony weave together
Like dancers performing an intricate dance
That is never repeated.
They soothe my mind and comfort my soul.
I can feel myself melting,
Dissolving and softening,
And I find that I am Changed
Because of the music.
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Dumb


Im not like them
But I can pretend
The sun is gone
But I have a light
The day is done
But Im having fun
I think Im dumb
Or maybe just happy

My heart is broke
But I have some glue
Help me inhale
And mend it with you
Well float around
And hang out on clouds
Then well come down
And I have a hangover
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Sunday, February 17, 2008

Mithun Da


I again started my Mithun Da research... He is the best...I have to start looking at his movies again. I am going to start off from Gunda
Love u mithun da
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The GraveYard Shift

It was raining outside and swear to God, I didn't want to go out. But as a result of my stupidity (which I did on New Years) I had to get ready and go for my graveyard shift.
Reluctantly I picked up my bag, had a look at the other me and set out to catch the last bus. There was no one in the bus (as expected) , I plugged in my ipod and heard my favorite "Negative Creep". I wonder I get so famous some day.
Got down at the bus stop and raced my way to work, coz I hate when I get soaked in the rain.
I am ready to work now and in another 5 minutes I had to be at my desk.
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I drunk to God that I am not swear !!


Last night was a helluva night. Had high gravity and had the first ever near stoned experience. Got up with a heavy head :(
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Friday, February 15, 2008

Will we ever get something like The Cloud in the U.S.?

Just having WiFi doesn't mean you can connect just anywhere. Most places, you need to open an account to pay for your access. Someone who wants a Starbucks account must register an account with its provider, T-Mobile. Lots of hotels have the same system but
with a different carrier, along with some airports. Don't forget your home access point -- yet another account to mind. With so many accounts to juggle, it's difficult for someone who wants WiFi everywhere to keep up. Is there any effort to consolidate WiFi service?

The Cloud in the UK seems to be a somewhat workable system -- is there anything like that afoot in the US?

Will consumer frustration lead buyers to abandon WiFi in favor of 3G wireless services like WiMax and EVDO, which don't chain users to a single coffee shop or airport to have
an access point?
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Opportunities

"Many people miss opportunities, because its dressed in overalls and looks like work"
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The Open Up

Six feet under marks an opening trial today when I made it public. Sitting on a library desk, looking at the people passing by, in an utmost silence it embarks its being.
I hope everything remains fine this time and I keep posting things. I dont want treat this blog the way I did to other blogs.
I want to live.
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