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He would hate this. Oh, would he hate this.
He would hate the fuss and the tributes, the psychoanalysis and the pity.
He would fume at the five-in-a-row rock block of Nirvana on "classic alternative" radio stations. He'd be sickened by this essay, sickened by everything that marked this tragic occasion. Actually, the words "tragic occasion" would set him off. He'd find them solemn and empty and he never had patience for solemn and empty.
Kurt Cobain would detest all the re-eulogizing prompted by the 10th anniversary of his suicide. It was 10 years ago today that he put a Remington 20-gauge shotgun to his head and pulled the trigger, and it's impossible to imagine the scene without also imagining him begging us to imagine something else. Anything else. "Just move on," you hear him plead, wearing a shabby wool sweater, his blue eyes moist with fatigue. "Shut up, please, and just move on."
An interesting take on all the morbid fascination.
Posted by Casper at April 5, 2004 04:12 PMDo we really need to hear anything else about Kurt? He's dead, let's move on.
Posted by: someone at April 5, 2004 04:22 PM