Remembering Kurt Cobain

 I was cleaning up my hard drive the other night when I came across a folder containing my mp3 collection of grunge music.  Nirvana\’92s From the Muddy Banks of the Wishka immediately caught my attention.  Needless to say the dawn was filled with the grungy angst of that unbelievably talented group.  Kurt Cobain still has that hold on me.  I can\’92t help but jump around and look for something to smash (in my case I had to be contented with throwing pillows all over my room) while listening to him shriek \’93Hey, wait, I got a new complaint!\’94 Sometimes I still feel cheated when I think about how he ended his life so soon.  I can only wonder what songs he could have written, what albums his group could have assaulted the world with.  Kurt was our modern day Richard Cory, the guy who had everything and decided to give up everything with a shotgun up his throat. Kurt\’92s death was perhaps one of the saddest experiences of my life.  I don\’92t know why but somehow he connected to me in some subliminal level.  I don\’92t want Kurt Cobain to rest in peace.  Keep on rocking Kurt, wherever you may be.