Monday, October 21, 2019
Nirvana Unplugged
Look, I'm not going to bring you out of the saddest album ever made without care. The heartbreaking Lucinda Williams Live at the Fillmore needs a baby step out. In this case another live album, this one sung searingly by someone who shot themselves a few months afterwards.
That's about right.
Not only would I rather not jar you with an upbeat album, I'm not sure I have any on my list.
It's no bed of roses here on earth. If you're reading this god, you might want to think about what you've done.
From Wikipedia:
Cobain suggested that the stage be decorated with stargazer lilies, black candles, and a crystal chandelier. Cobain's request prompted the show's producer to ask him, "You mean like a funeral?", to which the singer replied, "Exactly. Like a funeral."
I'm pretty sure Kurt Cobain's voice is the last great reinvention of Rock n' Roll. I didn't know you could tear a voice. And just keep tearing and tearing and tearing and keep going without destroying it.
All the way to 27.
This is my generation.
This is the greatest album ever made.
Plus it includes the greatest cover ever recorded by a human being:
Where Did You Sleep Last Night
full of history, America, builds like a religious chant, sucks you in, then explodes and destroys all life on earth. It's personal.
May we all rest in peace.
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