Kurt Cobain

Kurt Donald Cobain (1967 – 1994)

Everyone that knows me knows that I’m completely committed to your music and your style- but you had to go and kill yourself.

The lyrics to every single song you sang, and the way you sung them, reminds me of the genius of insanity, Roethke's poetry, the movie Dreamscape, and the color black … and I dig the hell out of all of it- but you shouldn’t have killed yourself, dude.

I wish you were still here, producing more excellent hits, doing more ‘unplugged’ concerts, and pouring more creative audacity into the mixing bowl. But you’re not. You would have been 45 years old today. It feels awkward and creepy to want to say happy birthday to you considering your death … and so, I reluctantly wont.

Really though, you shouldn’t have killed yourself …

My Tribute to Jackson

The resolution of this video below could be better, but the power behind the lyrics (which are simple repetitions with extreme depth), the choreography and manifest plot of the story, coupled with the idea of heroic vigilantism, all combine to mark the impeccable prowess of an artist whose talent is eternally beyond reproach.

Of particular interest (to me) is what occurs at 5:35 in this video. Clearly riddled with mystical overtones and musical cues from West Side Story, Jackson deliberately invites us into the almost religious passion that permeated the deepest recesses of his soul- then bam!, right back to the story. Utter beauty. Utter talent. Utterly unspeakable.

Please, watch the whole video and see what it is to be an artist, a legend. I’d love to hear your insight on this video.

Click on the box in the inner, lower right corner to enjoy the video in full screen.