9th April 1994
I was 11 years old, old enough to be feeling discontemp at my life and resentment to my family members. When 1994 began terrible events began happening in my life,many things were changing for the worst.
Life beforehand hadn't been so bad, or when it had been, I had been too young to realise. By now at school I was increasingly alienated by my peers, and shunned by my teachers. My favorite band was Nirvana. Their music was powerful, angry, sad and uplifting at the same time. I'd jump excitedly on my bed singing along to the songs, with their morbid and dark subject matter which struck a chord with me, complemented with catchy and rocking music. It was my perfect remedy, my escape
I awoke that autumn morning, it was a saturday in New Zealand. I was playing Rugby in Wellingtons under 11 age group for Northern United. I got changed by the heater in the lounge as usual into the blue shorts, blue and white socks and white with blue striped jersey, turned on the radio and ate breakfast, again as usual. Then the news came on, and they announced "Kurt Cobain, lead singer of rock band Nirvana was found dead this morning in his Seattle home" My world crumbled, my heart shattered, my hero, my idol was dead.
For the next few weeks/months, I lost it. At 11 years old these kinds of things have a more powerful effect. I became even more isolated, Began self harm and was sent to counseling.
That was 20 years ago today, things have changed a lot since then, for the better, and I'm no longer obsessed with Nirvana as I was then. But it was a significant moment in my childhood, and the point of this is to commemorate Kurt Cobain 20 years later, and to awknowledge the impact his life, creativity, music had on me.
- Current Location:London, United Kingdom
- Current Mood: nostalgic
- Current Music:Nirvana - Serve the Servants