Últimamente abro mis presentaciones
con una foto de Kurt Cobain y los acordes de “Smells like teen spirit”. Y ello
por 2 motivos; porque pertenezco a la Generación X y, segundo, porque creo
firmemente que hay una manera de hacer distinta, pero al mismo tiempo igual de
comprometida con los resultados.
En abril se cumplían 22 años de
su muerte y repasando notas encuentro motivos y credos que aún hoy perduran en
su vigencia.
“Ellos se ríen de mi por ser
diferente, yo me río de ellos por ser todos iguales”.
“Tratar de ser alguien que no
eres es desperdiciar a la persona que eres”.
“Las estrellas están ahí solo
tienes que mirarlas”.
Ahora toca preguntarse ¿que quedó
de la Generación X?. Quizás todos
nosotros olamos tan solo a “Rexona”.
Walk on, walk on, walk on. This is 2bajopar. Buena semana.
Este post ha sido escrito en 12 minutos.
Os dejo el texto de su última
carta (Boddah era su amigo imaginario de niñez)
To Boddah
Speaking from the tongue of an
experienced simpleton who obviously would rather be an emasculated, infantile
complain-ee. This note should be pretty easy to understand.
All the warnings from the punk
rock 101 courses over the years, since my first introduction to the, shall we
say, ethics involved with independence and the embracement of your community
has proven to be very true. I haven't felt the excitement of listening to as
well as creating music along with reading and writing for too many years now. I
feel guity beyond words about these things.
For example when we're back
stage and the lights go out and the manic roar of the crowds begins., it
doesn't affect me the way in which it did for Freddie Mercury, who seemed to
love, relish in the the love and adoration from the crowd which is something I
totally admire and envy. The fact is, I can't fool you, any one of you. It
simply isn't fair to you or me. The worst crime I can think of would be to rip
people off by faking it and pretending as if I'm having 100% fun. Sometimes I
feel as if I should have a punch-in time clock before I walk out on stage. I've
tried everything within my power to appreciate it (and I do,God, believe me I
do, but it's not enough). I appreciate the fact that I and we have affected and
entertained a lot of people. It must be one of those narcissists who only
appreciate things when they're gone. I'm too sensitive. I need to be slightly
numb in order to regain the enthusiasms I once had as a child.
On our last 3 tours, I've had
a much better appreciation for all the people I've known personally, and as
fans of our music, but I still can't get over the frustration, the guilt and
empathy I have for everyone. There's good in all of us and I think I simply
love people too much, so much that it makes me feel too fucking sad. The sad
little, sensitive, unappreciative, Pisces, Jesus man. Why don't you just enjoy
it? I don't know!
I have a goddess of a wife who
sweats ambition and empathy and a daughter who reminds me too much of what i
used to be, full of love and joy, kissing every person she meets because
everyone is good and will do her no harm. And that terrifies me to the point to
where I can barely function. I can't stand the thought of Frances becoming the
miserable, self-destructive, death rocker that I've become.
I have it good, very good, and
I'm grateful, but since the age of seven, I've become hateful towards all
humans in general. Only because it seems so easy for people to get along that
have empathy. Only because I love and feel sorry for people too much I guess.
Thank you all from the pit of
my burning, nauseous stomach for your letters and concern during the past
years. I'm too much of an erratic, moody baby! I don't have the passion
anymore, and so remember, it's better to burn out than to fade away.
Peace, love, empathy.
Kurt Cobain
Frances and Courtney, I'll be
at your alter.
Please keep going Courtney,
for Frances.
For her life, which will be so
much happier without me.
I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU!
