More than twenty years after his death, people are still fascinated with who he was. That’s because the real Kurt was so complex he looks different depending on the light you shine on time. Take this article in Medium for example:
Lately I’ve been pretty obsessed with Kurt Cobain. My husband accused me of having a crush on him. I don’t have a crush on him. But I do have a crush on my youth, nostalgia. I have a crush on what could have been, on trying to figure out what was.
I wasn’t edgy enough to be obsessed with Nirvana when they were still around. I was too busy listening to timeless bands like Poison and Skid Row and The Bangles. This is something I am deeply ashamed of. However thanks to the power of the Internet, I can obsess about Nirvana now and add them to the list of people I’d wish I’d seen live when I had the chance (this list includes Michael Jackson and Bob Marley).
Here are my trail of crumbs in trying to understand who Kurt Cobain was and some thoughts on his death.
Keep reading. (Thanks to Bobby for the link.)