I Was On the Radio the Day Kurt Cobain Died. Here’s What It Sounded Like
Actually, a better title for this post would be “I Was on the Radio the Day We Heard Kurt Cobain Was Dead.” I remember it well. It was Friday, April 8. We had no idea at the time that he’d been lying in that room above the greenhouse at his home in Seattle for almost three days.
As I was getting ready for my 2-6pm shift on 102.1 The Edge, Anita, the woman who was doing news that afternoon, came into the studio at around 1:45.
“They found a body in Seattle,” she said. “Wanna guess who it might be?”
“Kurt. It’s gotta be. Ever since that suicide attempt in Rome last month…”
“I think so, too. I’ll watch the wire.”
In those pre-Internet, pre-social media days, all we had was the BN wire service and a telephone. Since we couldn’t get through to anyone who could tell us anything, all we could do was wait for the printer to spit out any updates.
This is how things unfolded over the next 90 minutes. People still tell me that they remember where they were when they heard this. I certainly won’t forget it.