mourning grunge rock day

[jewelianne]

Kurt Cobain (who was my hero for a long time) has been dead of ten years today, and Layne Staley has been dead for two years today. It still bothers me that no one really notices the fact that they died on the same day ...but it also makes me feel important. April 5th is just a bad day for grunge rockers. :( I'm going to be sad for a while. I'm especially sad that I didn't get to listen to very much grunge rock today...darn college/work. darn it. It's strange too... it's been five years since the beginning of my grunge rock days... ahh how I loved you Seattle. I don't think I could have made it through one more week of junior high listening to the crappy music that was popular then. Nirvana ruined my dreams of fitting in, and helped to turn me into the "independent", sweater-wearing, pasty-skinned, idea-worshipping freak that I am today. Nirvana ruined my life, but think god they did. Even if apathy isn't quite so cool as I thought it was in ninth grade... it's sort of nostelgic remembering. As for Layne...he had a beautiful soul. I honestly think that, "jar of flies" is probably the most beautiful album I've ever heard. It's sad that no one really talks about him, but I guess it's because he died later, when evil rap metal was popular as opposed to grunge... but enough sentimentality, there is my tribute to grunge and youth...i feel as though I have closure. (lol) I went to some clubs on the weekend and heard some live rock, it's exciting to hear sorta-crappy, passionate, punk bands. it's the best.
In other news... I'm also officially obsessed with Detroit. I'm going to move there. maybe.
...and then maybe I'll become a "freegan." Fricking anarchists...