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What would have happened if Kurt Kobain had given up?
18 years ago
I would have lost hope. I wouldn't have heard what he had to say and understood what he was saying. I'm sure there are a thousand fucks out there who have said or are saying the same thing but so fucking what. What has meaning for a person has meaning for a person and I don't regret my feelings one little bit.
Well maybe a little, here and there. I've been stupid like any fucker on this planet and for fuck's sake let's not get too far into that bullshit pile of pretence of an argument. Fuck that. I'd rather have a laught and enjoy life.
It strikes me, truly, the feeling one can get from one being to another, through the medium of art. As is seen so typically on this website for better or worse is the erotic side of things. Well so what, people enjoy that and I'm no-one to judge and I indulge myself for the same good reasons as anyone else. That's besides the point. Whilst such expression is in no way inherently inferior or superior to another, indeed if such superiority and inferiority ever truly exist, there's a whole fucking lot of other emotions out there that have to be expressed through every fucking medium for whatever that medium is worth.
I was listening to Nirvana Unplugged and thinking of the media hyperbole that existed at the time and afterwards, to this day practically, which cheapened the whole thing whilst the whole time missing the point of everything the guy said and done. The guy made a lot more sense than I do with such a passion that few could hope to match and I don't mind admitting that I'm slightly envious of his ability if not for the fucking conditions which may have made it that particular thing that it was.
Now that's a particularly powerful outpouring and skillful performance, execution and summarisation of feelings. I mean for fuck's sake, who could have left something better as their final gift to the world, whatever the circumstances of the death. Suicide, accidental ovedose leading to suicide, blatant fucking murder. Whatever. Again, not the point despite my rambling on the subject. Give me a fucking chance, I'm not in the mood to talk 'straight' or fucking whatever if you'll excuse my lazy abuse of the language in my frustration to express meaning at this hour.
Anyone can do that, if not to such a degree, at any point and let's be honest, to be driven to such a degree is not to have the happiness we wish for in life. Happy people can make powerful music and artwork too, but it's even more rarely driven with such passion and the rare talent to see it through all at once... and that sort of power and fucking coincidentally placed talent is rare enough as it is and recognised even more rarely still.
I suppose those in more cheerful a mood don't stand a fucking chance. Negative emotions always seem more powerful than the positive and it's so much easier to listen to them and be a moody asshole than it is to be truly patient and altruistic (however selfish one might consider altruism, though that's another argument altogether.)
I suppose I may have lost my point if I ever had a specific one that I defined. Well actually, fuck that. The point IS in the making. Every little step of the way, that's what counts, not some bullshit misinterpreted summary. People need to think of that more often. The stupid little summarisation you conclude at the end is NOT the end of the story, it's just your interpretation at the time. Fuck that. Remember the experience. There was more too it than you thought of when you were forming your little one-off opinion. You'll probably think differently of it later if you're not too busy being so fucking opinionated with your highly rated opinions that you forget the true scope of what drove them and the fact that the opinion only reflects a minority of that which you have seen, done or heard.
At the end of the day though, who or what the fuck am I to tell anyone anything?
Same as the fucking rest of everything. Existing.
Well maybe a little, here and there. I've been stupid like any fucker on this planet and for fuck's sake let's not get too far into that bullshit pile of pretence of an argument. Fuck that. I'd rather have a laught and enjoy life.
It strikes me, truly, the feeling one can get from one being to another, through the medium of art. As is seen so typically on this website for better or worse is the erotic side of things. Well so what, people enjoy that and I'm no-one to judge and I indulge myself for the same good reasons as anyone else. That's besides the point. Whilst such expression is in no way inherently inferior or superior to another, indeed if such superiority and inferiority ever truly exist, there's a whole fucking lot of other emotions out there that have to be expressed through every fucking medium for whatever that medium is worth.
I was listening to Nirvana Unplugged and thinking of the media hyperbole that existed at the time and afterwards, to this day practically, which cheapened the whole thing whilst the whole time missing the point of everything the guy said and done. The guy made a lot more sense than I do with such a passion that few could hope to match and I don't mind admitting that I'm slightly envious of his ability if not for the fucking conditions which may have made it that particular thing that it was.
Now that's a particularly powerful outpouring and skillful performance, execution and summarisation of feelings. I mean for fuck's sake, who could have left something better as their final gift to the world, whatever the circumstances of the death. Suicide, accidental ovedose leading to suicide, blatant fucking murder. Whatever. Again, not the point despite my rambling on the subject. Give me a fucking chance, I'm not in the mood to talk 'straight' or fucking whatever if you'll excuse my lazy abuse of the language in my frustration to express meaning at this hour.
Anyone can do that, if not to such a degree, at any point and let's be honest, to be driven to such a degree is not to have the happiness we wish for in life. Happy people can make powerful music and artwork too, but it's even more rarely driven with such passion and the rare talent to see it through all at once... and that sort of power and fucking coincidentally placed talent is rare enough as it is and recognised even more rarely still.
I suppose those in more cheerful a mood don't stand a fucking chance. Negative emotions always seem more powerful than the positive and it's so much easier to listen to them and be a moody asshole than it is to be truly patient and altruistic (however selfish one might consider altruism, though that's another argument altogether.)
I suppose I may have lost my point if I ever had a specific one that I defined. Well actually, fuck that. The point IS in the making. Every little step of the way, that's what counts, not some bullshit misinterpreted summary. People need to think of that more often. The stupid little summarisation you conclude at the end is NOT the end of the story, it's just your interpretation at the time. Fuck that. Remember the experience. There was more too it than you thought of when you were forming your little one-off opinion. You'll probably think differently of it later if you're not too busy being so fucking opinionated with your highly rated opinions that you forget the true scope of what drove them and the fact that the opinion only reflects a minority of that which you have seen, done or heard.
At the end of the day though, who or what the fuck am I to tell anyone anything?
Same as the fucking rest of everything. Existing.
...and yes, unplugged is a fscking awesome album, but you knew that I thought that already. :P
It's very true that for those few who can show this side of themselves, expressing it clearly through art (in any form), they are very rarely recognized for being bold and brave enough to be publicly, what we all are underneath. For aren't we all just living creatures after all? Filled with the same needs, wants and frustrations. Matters not if we are on two legs or four. We're all the same. Just so happens that 'polite society' doesn't like to think about that too much.
I don't honestly know much about Kobain except that he made music, and that he died 'tragically' as they say. I've heard a couple of his songs from the radio and it seems to me that he is indeed one of the few who isn't afraid to tell it like he sees it, right from his soul and out of his mouth. It is truly a shame that he had to die in order to be heard, and that there aren't more who would speak as honestly as he.