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Kurt Donald Cobain

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"Cut myself on angel's hair and baby's breath."

"...And the animals I've trapped, have all become my pets..."

Kurt Cobain

Wow, where do I start? Kurt Cobain led an interesting life. He was a man who could hide his deepest thoughts in simple words and sing them to thousands and thousands of people. He grew up in a little town in Washington, and he was picked on a lot, which bites, but he did get out of there. He came to Seattle, and thats where Nirvana began.

Kurt was married to Courtney Love (Hole) and they had a sweetheart baby girl on August 18th in 92. Her name is Frances Bean Cobain. Kurt loved his wife and his daughter with all his heart...maybe thats where he started to worry.

Part of the reason Kurt died was because he didn't want Frances to grow up to become the "death rocker" that he had become. Before I explain this part, I should tell you the other reason he had. It's all very simple, and easy to understand.

Kurt was feeling the pressure of being famous. He was so stressed out trying to please his audience, and his adoring fans, that he lost the joy of being a part of Nirvana. He felt that because he didn't enjoy being in Nirvana, that made him a sellout, because if he wasn't enjoying it, then he was just doing it for the money. Kurt hated the idea of being a sellout.

The worst crime I can think of would be to rip people off by faking it and pretending as if I'm having 100% fun.

He wanted out. But he ran into a problem with that. You see, Kurt loved his fans very much, and he didn't want to dissapoint them at all. He didn't want to quit the band and have all his fans hate him because there was no more Nirvana. He also didn't want Frances to grow up and get trapped like he felt he was. So instead of just quitting, and doing something else, on April 7th Kurt went into the little room above his garage and shot himself full of heroin. Either before or after this, he wrote his suicide note (click here to view the text version, or take a look at the scanned copy below):

Then he shot himself in the head.

I am doing this page for a friend of mine, Krista Enslow, because she loves Kurt so much, and Nirvana is her favorite band. I love Kurt and Nirvana too, so I definatley don't mind doing this at all. I think Kurt deserves to be paid tribute to, and he has been, but I think one more page added to the thousands already existing wouldn't hurt at all.

When I first found out about Kurt's death, it was the same night I first got into Nirvana.

I was at home one night, sitting on my couch and channel surfing. I stopped on MuchMusic and saw this spotlight or interview going on. It was Nirvana. I sat there and watched it, and a few videos went by, and I liked the songs a lot. Then they started talking about how Kurt was this, and Kurt was that, and I found out he was dead. It made me sad, but hasn't affected me as much as it has for Krista, or the other fans that were really into them before Kurt's death.

Krista wrote a song for Kurt. It's called Beaten.

I need to leave
Just for a while
I have to get out
I need to see a real smile
A real job
With a real life
Real blood that drips
From the real knife
I am alone -
Alone in my soul
And my heart is still
Black as coal
It's time to rest
Put my mind to sleep
Trust me I know -
There's no time to weep
Do not touch me
I cannot be stirred
The spirits must come -
Shh, not a word
Now I've left
To a better space
I have a real meaning
In a real place
In your hearts
Keep me buried
Just remind yourselves
The pain I carried
Now I am one
The pain has ceased
No more fighting
The evil beast.


A while ago, my class had a debate over Kurt. Idol, or Fool? I was on the Idol side with three of my Nirvana lovin' friends. We had good arguments, but we lost the debate because the other team's friends were the judges. =( I can't seem to find my arguement right now, so when I do find it, I will put it up.

Chrissy Fraser wrote these two -

Starbelly Angel

A Starbelly Angel seeking perfection in this dark and corrupted fissure. Seeking deep, deeper, for the one with whom he belongs. Never knowing for sure exactly wht it is he craves. I found you there, in your forlorn state, in the pale moonlight, and you found yourself. Sitting there looking like a scorched angel, fragile, almost porcelain, smooth and cool. Your tangled long blonde hair falling almost gracefully around your cherub face. You looked the part, and how I yearned to reach out and touch that which is so perfectly angelic that I am not even sure if it exists in reality or purely in my own mind.

A Starbelly Angel searching for that which he knows stands right before him. Scared and whimpering, I found you there. You cry on my shoulder for a moment and I poder why I have shown such kindness for one I have never know and for a moment all time ceases to exist. We cross the divide and for a moment I too am he.

A Starbelly Angel with a bleeding hear candy coated with a dose of overwhleming depression. He feels the pain of so many. I cannot comprehend all he has been through and all the pain he has felt. You look at me with your plaintive eyes and we both know the inevitable. Silently you pleed with me and we argue with out words. Words are not needed. A word spoken of the mouth is little more than a loud way to express that which two who truely understand each other already know

A Starbelly Angel with a great affinity for everything and nothing all at once. He has found what it is he sought and sits beside me seemingly happily, drinking what he knows will be his last drink. He will be a martyr to his cause and as much as the idea horrifies me, it greatly amuses him. I lost you there in the pale moonlight. I wonder how I can become so attatched to one who has entered and exited my life in a matter of moments and I suddenly understand and for a time I feel as though I have attained total nirvana. I sigh as I come crashing back to reality, feeling as though you have taken a piece of me with you. But I am strong. I stand and brush myself off, knowing that I too am forever cursed, a Starbelly Angel.

Martyr (to a useless cause)

I'm pathetic, you know that? here I am, Mr.Bigshot rockstar sitting on the floor with my head between my knees and a gun in my mouth. Before I pull the trigger, I want to twll my story. Somebody needs to know the truth, the harsh, cruel realities os the corporate rock world. I want to start off by telling you that I didn't want it to end this way. I hate this compulsive death rocker that I've become. But here I am, half dead and wondering where the hell I went wrong. Concerts, tours, people practicly throwing their damn bodies on stage just to get a closer look at us....me. We were almost always on the road. I'm addicted to more thyan you'll ever know. I didn't realize how pathetic I was. It didn't really hit me until one night when we were playing in a sweaty club packed with screaming underage teenagers with fake ID's. It came out of nowhere, just BOOM! We live in an epicycle of hate and greed. I can't take it anymore. I'll show them what all the drugs and crap can do to you. My silent pleas fell on deaf ears and now it's just too late. They didn't understand. Everytime I sang those words it was suicide all over again. Maybe they'll get it this time. Before I pull the trigger in one last desperate attempt to reach out and grab the masses by the balls I think you should atleast know who I am. My name is.... BANG!.....


If you have written a poem or lyrics in honor of Kurt, email them to me and I will put it up on this page.

"I'm worse at what I do best, and for this gift I feel blessed."



N I R V A N A

links

Jay's Nirvana Page
Smiley's Nirvana Homepage
Verse Chorus Verse: A Nirvana Tribute
The Ultimate Nirvana Homepage
Mexican Seafood
Come As You Are
Sonic Blue Heaven

More links coming as soon as I check out some more sites!


main page

first picture of Kurt with his guitar was taken from The Ultimate Nirvana Page