I remember it was my last day of spring break. As is the case for any thirteen-year-old seventh grader, sleep was of the utmost importance to me, so I slept in until about 11:30. After waking up, I proceeded to watch the last half hour of a "Late Night With David Letterman" rerun on E!, after which I flipped on the local 12:00 news.

The first thing I saw on the news was a video clip of Kurt from the "Heart Shaped Box" video, with the news' theme and no voiceover for a few seconds. I immediately suspected something was wrong, and my heart jumped. Kurt had attempted suicide a month before, in Rome, and rumors of the Nirvana's breakup flooded the grapevine for the past few days.

The news came. The body of 27-year-old Nirvana leader Kurt Cobain had been found at his Seattle home, dead of a self-inflicted gunshot wound to the head. Many emotions ran through me throughout the day, most notably sadness and anger. I was pissed off at Kurt for doing such a selfish thing to his fans and family, and sad because he would never write another amazing song again, never scream from his stomach again, never reach out to millions of cynical kids just like me again.

Nirvana was the first band I really cared about. They were my gateway to becoming the music nut I am today.

I remember when I bought Nevermind in early '92 (on cassette, no less), and listening to that album repeatedly for hours.

I remember the '92 Video Music Awards.

I remember waiting in anticipation for the relase of In Utero.

I remember when they came to Spokane.

I remember the shock when Kurt overdosed in Rome and slipped into a coma.

I remember April 8, 1994.

I remember Dave. I remember Krist.

I remember Kurt.

I remember Nirvana.

****, it's hard to believe nine years have passed, but it's great to know that the music will live on. It brings a smile to my face to know that the next generation has embraced the music these three guys put their souls into, as mine did a decade ago.

You burned out, allright. Kurt, you ****ing *******, why couldn't you have just chosen to fade away instead? I miss you. We all do.

Kurt Cobain
February 20, 1967-April 5, 1994

If you ever need anything, please don't hesitate to ask someone else first

I remember that day when the news broke. I was in the living room when my mother came in and told me that police had found the body of a young man in Kurt Cobain's house on Lake Washington who had killed himself, but they hadn't positively identified the body. And I'm thinking, "OMG, let me hope, let me pray, there's always a chance it ain't him........" Maybe a crazy fan, who knows, who knows... But since Kurt OD'd in Rome earlier
under suspicious circumstances, you just didn't know what to think.... So for the next few hours, I watched the news and kept track...And finally the news came.

It was Kurt.

My heart just felt sick and sad.:crying:

I had figured as much, but it was still shocking. They showed
film clips of people around his home on Lake Washington crying...

OMG, right now I'm starting to get teary-eyed...OMG. It's all coming back now...

Isn't it weird that so many rock stars died at age 27? Jimi Hendriks, Janis Joplin, Jim Morrison, Brian Jones, Kurt Cobain. I wonder if he planned to die at 27 to be like the rest of them?:confused:

Being the 12 year old kid that I was at that time I was watching MTV... Then MTV news came on and said Kurt Cobain had shot himself, I was in shock. For some reason I didn't think he could have done something like that.. My friend's cousin started screaming and crying, his wife was crying.. and thats all i remember..

I was a small child when it happened. I knew nothing of Nirvana back then. But when you are as big of a fan as I am, when you watch clips from his live performances, when you see the people who were there when it happened, it's almost like you were there. Maybe I didn't know anything about Kurt or Nirvana in 1994. Maybe his death didn't mean a thing to me in 1994. But from the moment I listened to "Smells Like Teen Spirit," from the moment I fell in love with Nirvana, Kurt's death has been as painful and as heartbreaking for me as it has any fan from back then. Just to sit and listen to all those amazing albums and know that there will never be any more like them is heartbreaking. Yet, to know that he lived and did create those few albums....how can you not just smile a little?

Nirvana is the first band I, too, really cared about. And until the day I die, I will love and remember Nirvana and the great talent, spirit, and mind of Kurt Cobain.

I was in school that day... I, of course, was young at the time, and can vaguely remember hearing about 'Nirvana'. It's not until I was older that I started listening to them. But Kurt... I still can't believe it, though. I really can't

Originally posted by Penny Lane
Isn't it weird that so many rock stars died at age 27? Jimi Hendriks, Janis Joplin, Jim Morrison, Brian Jones, Kurt Cobain. I wonder if he planned to die at 27 to be like the rest of them?:confused:

BTW, Jimi spelled his name with an X...:p

That is what Kurt's mother complained about, that now "he joined that stupid club" of dead rock musicians. I wonder if he meant to do that when he did because on the one hand, he has the song on the Bevis and Butthead album, "I Hate Myself And I Want to Die", where he said in Rolling Stone it was a "total joke", "not to be taken seriously..." And then look what happened. I wonder if he had some plans to go out the way he did.

I was at schoool, and I could remember all the rumors that Kurt died but no one knew officially yet.
Once I got home, I ran to the TV and tuned into MTV--- and there it was.

His death was the first loss of a celebrity that actually had an impact on me.