If
You Read You’ll Judge’ ‘Journals’ begins with passion and ambition. It ends
as a harrowing cautionary tale about addiction. NEWSWEEK
Oct. 28 issue — Kurt Donald Cobain was born on Feb. 20, 1967, in
Aberdeen, Wash., a small logging town near the Pacific. His parents divorced after
his 9th birthday. “Journals”—excerpted here with Cobain’s erratic spelling and
grammar intact—begins in the late ’80s, as the singer and his bassist friend Krist
Novoselic try to launch Nirvana. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
ABOUT
A BOY I
like punk rock. I like girls with weird eyes. I like drugs. (But my Body And mind
won’t allow me to take them). I like passion. I like playing my cards wrong. I
like vinyl. I like to feel guilty for being a white, American male. I love to
sleep. I like to taunt small, barking dogs in parked cars. I like to make people
feel happy and superior in their reaction towards my appearance. I like to have
strong opinions with nothing to back them up with besides my primal sincerity.
I like sincerity. I lack sincerity ... I like to complain and do nothing to make
things better. I like to blame my parents generation for coming so close to social
change then giving up after a few successful efforts by the media & Government
to deface the movement by using Mansons and other Hippie representatives as propaganda
examples on how they were nothing but unpatriotic, communist, satanic, inhuman
diseases. and in turn the baby boomers become the ultimate, conforming, Yuppie
hypocrites a generation has ever produced. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
In the summer of 1988, Cobain, who was 21, and Novoselic were living in Olympia,
Wash., and preparing to release their first single on the indie label Sub Pop
Records. Cobain wrote the following letter to the band’s drummer, Dave Foster,
who was living an hour away in Aberdeen. Dave, A band needs to practice,
in our opinion, at least 5 times a week if the band ever expects to accomplish
anything. We’re tired of total uncertainty everytime we play a show. We think,
“Are we going to suck”? “Are we tight yet”? We have shows and we don’t practice!
The two main reasons are, Chris and his work and you and your location. Chris
can eventually alter his work schedule and at least practice every week night.
We don’t blame you at all for being tired of driving, and we realize what a problem
and hassle it is to get someone else to drive you up, but even if you could make
it up every day we don’t start until 8:30 or 9:00, which is not enough time to
even go through the set. We know how long it takes to build a house and you won’t
move up here as soon as you have claimed, and in our morals and values, fixing
up a race car isn’t half as important as getting to practice or recording or touring.
Cries From the Heart
Instead of lying to you by saying we’re breaking up or letting this go any further
we have to admit that we’ve got another drummer. His name is Chad, he’s from Tacoma
and he can make it to practice every night. Most importantly, we can relate to
him. Lets face it, you are from a totally different culture. You’re a great drummer
and we hope you pursue another band very soon. We expect you to be totally pissed
off and hate our guts and we don’t blame you, because this is very sudden and
we have not tried to warn you that this was happening. This is not your fault.
It’s ours. [And] we feel really s—y that we don’t have the guts to tell you in
person. But we didn’t know how mad you would get. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
By late 1988, Nirvana was competing for attention with higher-profile Seattle
bands like Soundgarden and Mudhoney. Below, excerpts from a letter to Jesse Reed,
Cobain’s best friend from high school. Jesse Hello, Hey Cheer up dude, your
letter sounded like youre kinda bored. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I can’t wait until you come down for Christmas, it will be the most exciting
event this year ... Weve decided to put out our own LP. We found a record pressing
plant that will press 1000 records for $1600.00. SO at $8.00 a piece we only have
to sell about 250 records to get our money back, and the rest is pure profit,
then all we have to do is find a distributor. Chris and Shelli broke up. God
Am I relieved! She is still living in Tacoma and Chris is temporarily staying
in Aberdeen for free at his moms. Im very content with the relationship Chris,
Chad and I have, we get along great and have a lot of dedicated fun. We are becoming
very well received in Seattle&other places in Wash. Promoters call us up to
see if we want to play, instead of us having to Hound people for shows. Its now
just a matter of time for labels to hunt us down, now that weve promoted ourselves
pretty Good by doing small remote tours. OK. enough about the band. Ive got
a janitor job working with this older guy cleaning 4 restaurants. Pays cash under
the table part time. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- HITTING
THE TOP Nirvana released its first album, “Bleach,” in 1989. A year later,
drummer Dave Grohl joined the band and, in early 1991, the trio recorded its breakthrough
album, “Nevermind.” Around this time Cobain met Courtney Love. He also wrote,
but never sent, the following letter to an ex-girlfriend, Bikini Kill drummer
Tobi Vail. The band now has an image: the anti-gluttony, materialism and
consumerism image which we plan to incorperate into all of our videos. The first
one: ‘smells like teen spirit’ will have us walking through a mall throwing thousands
of dollars into the air as mall-goers scramble like vulchers to collect as much
as they can get their hands on, then we walk into a jewelry store and smash it
up in anti-materialist fueled, punk rock violence. then we go to a pep assembly
at a high school And the cheerleaders have Anarchy A’s on their sweaters and the
(custodian) militant revolutionarys hand out guns with flowers in the barrels
to all the cheering students who file down to the center court and throw their
money & jewelry & Andrew dice Clay tapes into a big pile then we set it
on fire and run out of the building screaming. oh, didn’t Twisted Sister already
do this? --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
We played a really fun show with Fits of Depression at a really small coffee
house called the jabberjaw. We were indescribably f—-ed up on booze and drugs,
out of tune and rather uh, sloppy. It took me about fifteen minutes to change
my guitar string while people heckled and called me drunk Robyn Zander (cheap
trick lead singer?) After the show I ran outside and vomited, then I came back
in to find Iggy Pop there, so I gave him a sloppy-puke breath kiss and hug. He’s
a really friendly and cool and nice and interesting person. It was probably the
most flattering moment of my life. As you may have guessed by now Ive been
taking to a lot of drugs lately It might be time for the Betty Ford clinic or
the Richard Nixon library to save me from abusing my enemic, rodent-like body
any longer. I can’t wait to be back at home (wherever that is) in bed, neurotic
and malnourished and complaining how the weather sucks and its the whole reason
for my misery. I miss you, Bikini Kill. I totally love you. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
In the final week of 1991, “Nevermind” went to No. 1 on Billboard’s album chart—a
defining moment for pop music. The Seattle scene ruled the radio, with Pearl Jam
and Alice in Chains following in Nirvana’s wake. Cobain’s ambivalence was plain
in his diary. If we were going to be ghettoised, I’d rather be in the same
slum as bands that are good like Mudhoney, Jesus Lizard, the Melvins and Beat
Happening rather than being a tennant of the corporate landlords regime. I mean,
we’re playing the corporate game and we’re playing as best as we can suddenly
we found ourselves having to actually play instead of using the corporations great
distribution while staying in our little world because we sold 10 times more than
the amount of records we had expected to sell. It’s just a shock to be doing interviews
with magazines that I don’t read. There are a lot of bands who claim to be
alternative and theyre nothing but stripped down, ex sunset strip hair farming
bands of a few years ago. I would love to be erased from our association with
Pearl Jam or the Nymphs and other first time offenders. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ‘I
AM NOT A JUNKIE’ Cobain married Love in February 1992. The singer’s heroin
addiction raged all summer. He entered a rehab facility in Marina del Rey, Calif.,
and wrote in his journal prodigiously. Among the entries was this open letter
to Nirvana fans, which he never made public. I kind of feel like a dork writing
about myself like this as if I were an American pop-rock icon-demi God, or a self-confessed
product of corporate-packaged rebellion, but I’ve heard so many insanely exhaggerated
stories or reports from my friends and Ive read so many pathetic second rate,
freudian evaluations from interviews from my childhood up until the present state
of my personality and how I’m a notoriously f—ked up heroine addict, alcoholic,
self destructive, yet overtly sensitive, frail, fragile, soft spoken, narcoleptic,
neurotic, little pissant who at any minute is going to O.D. jump off a roof wig
out blow my head off or all 3 at once. Oh Pleez GAWD I can’t handle the success!
The success! And I feel so incredibly guilty! For abandoning my true commrades
who were the ones who are devoted who were into us a few years ago. And in 10
years when NIRVANA becomes as memorable as Kajagoogoo that same very small percent
will come to see us at reunion gigs sponsored by Depends diapers, bald fat still
trying to RAWK at amusement parks. Saturdays: puppet show, rollercoaster &
Nirvana ... --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Well for those of you who are concerned with my present physical and mental state.
I am not a junkie. I am not gay, although I wish I were, just to piss off homophobes.
Ive had a rather unconclusive and uncomfortable stomach condition for the past
3 years which by the way is not related to stress which also means it is not an
ulcer. Because there is no pattern to the burning, nauseaus pain in my upper abdominal
cavity, I never know when it will happen, I can be at home in the most relaxed
atmosphere sipping natural spring water, no stress, no fuss and then WHAM! like
a shotgun: stomach time. Then I can play 100 live performances in a row, guzzle
boric acid & do a zillion television interviews and not even a burp. This
has left doctors with no ideas except the usual: here Kurt, try another peptic
ulcer pill and lets jam this fibre optic tube with a video camera in it down your
throat for the 3rd time and see whats going on in there. Again. Yep your in pain
alright. Your stomach is extremely inflamed and red. Try eating ice cream from
now on. Please lord, f—k hit records, just let me have my very own unexplainable
rare stomach disease named after me. And the title of our next double album, “Cobain’s
disease.” So after protein drinks, becoming a vegetarian, exercise, stopping
smoking, and doctor after doctor I decided to relieve my pain with small doses
of heroine for a walloping 3 whole weeks. It served as a band-aid for a while
but then the pain came back so I quit. It was a stupid thing to do and Ill never
do it again and I feel real sorry for anyone who thinks they can use heroine as
a medicine because um, duh, it don’t work. Drug withdrawal is everything you’ve
ever heard. You puke, you falail around, you sweat, you s—t your bed just like
that movie “Christiane F.” It’s evil. Leave it alone. I am the product of
7 months of screaming at the top of my lungs almost every night 7 months of jumping
around like a retarded rheesus monkey 7 months of an-swering the same questions
over and over ... I’m really bored with everyones concerned advice like: “man
you have a really good thing going. Your band is great. You write great songs,
but hey man you should get your personal s—t together. Don’t freak out, and get
healthy.” Gee I wish it was as easy as that but, honestly I didn’t want all this
attention but Im not freaked out which is something a lot of people would like
to see. Its an entertaining thought to watch a rock figure whos public domain
mentally self destruct. But I’m sorry friends Ill have to decline. Maybe Crispin
Glover should join our band. Well Ive spewed enough, probably too much but
oh well, for every one opinionated, pissy, self appointed rock judge cermudgeon
there’s a thousand kids ... Hope I die before I turn into Pete Townshend.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- SOMETHING
IN THE WAY During rehab, Cobain wrote not just to his fans, but to himself,
as in the following diary entries. Uncertainty certainty. I wish there was
someone I could ask for advice, someone who wouldn’t make me feel like a creep
for spilling my guts and trying to explain all the insecurities that have plagued
me for oh, about 25 years now. I wish someone could explain to me why exactly
I have no desire to learn anymore why I used to have so much energy and the need
to search for miles and weeks for anything new and different. Excitement. I was
once a magnet for attracting new offbeat personalities who would introduce me
to music and books of the obscure and I would soak it into my system like a rabid
sex crazed junkie hyperactive mentally retarded toddler who’s just had her first
taste of sugar. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I tried heroine the first time in 1987 in aberdeen and proceeded to use it about
10 more times from 87 to 90. When I got back from our second European Tour with
Sonic Youth I decided to use heroine on a daily basis because an ongoing stomach
ailment that I had been suffering from for the past five years had literally taken
me to the point of wanting to kill myself. There were many times that I found
myself literally incapicitated in bed for weeks vomiting and starving. So I decided
I feel like a junky as it is so I may as well be one. After the last European
tour I vowed to never go on tour again unless my condition is either masked or
cured. I did heroine for about one month then found myself realizing that I wouldn’t
be able to get drugs when we go to Australia and Japan so Courtney and I detoxed
in a hotel room. I went to Australia and of course the stomach pain started
immediately. We had to cancel a few shows because the pain left me immobile doubled
up on the bathroom floor vomiting water and blood. I was liter-ally starving to
death. My weight was down to about 110 lbs. I was taken to a doctor at the advice
of my management who gave me physeptone. The pills seemed to work better than
anything else Ive tried. A bit later on the tour I read the fine print on the
bottle it read: “physeptone contains methadone.” Hooked again. We survived Japan
but by that time opiates and touring had started to take their toll on my body.
And I wasn’t in much better health than when I was off of drugs. I returned home
to find that Courtney had gotten hooked again so we checked into a detox center
for 2 weeks. She recovered. I instantly regained that familiar burning nausea
and decided to either kill myself or stop the pain. I bought a gun but chose drugs
instead. I stayed on heroine until one month before Frances due date. Again I
checked into a detox center and went through 2 months of the slowest process I
have ever witnessed in recovery 60 days of starvation and vomiting. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- FATHER
TO FATHER Cobain and Love’s daughter, Frances Bean, was born in August 1992.
Shortly afterward, he wrote the following letter to his father. He never sent
it. Every time I see a television show that has dying children or seeing
a testimonial by a parent who recently lost their child I can’t help but cry.
The thought of losing my baby haunts me every day. Im even a bit unnerved to take
her in the car in fear of getting into an accident. I swear that if I ever find
myself in a similar situation than you’ve been in, ie the divorce, I will fight
to my death to keep the right to provide for my child. I’ll go out of my way to
remind her that I love her more than I love myself. Not because it’s a fathers
duty but because I want to out of love. And if Courtney and I end up hating each
others guts we both will be adult and responsible enough to be pleasant to one
another when our child is around us. I know that you’ve felt for years that
my mother has somehow brainwashed Kim and I into hating you. I can’t stress enough
how totally untrue this is and I think it’s a very lazy and lame excuse to use
for not trying harder to provide your fatherly duties. I cant recall my mother
ever talking s—t about you until much later in the game, right around the last
two years of high school. That was a time when I came to my own realizations without
the need of my mothers input. Yet she noticed my contempt for you and your family
and acted upon my feelings in accordance by taking the opportunity to vent her
frustrations out on you. Every time she talked s—t about you Ive let her know
that I don’t appreciate it and how unnecessary I think it is. Ive never taken
sides with you or my mother because while I was growing up I had equal contempt
for you both. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Nirvana recorded “In Utero,” the band’s third and final studio album, in September
1993. The title of the first single, “Heart-Shaped Box,” was a reference to a
gift Cobain had gotten from Love. He wrote this letter to her in his journal.
Courtney, when I say I love you I am not ashamed, nor will anyone ever ever
come close to intimidating persuading, etc me into thinking otherwise. I wear
you on my sleeve. I spread you out wide open with the wing span of a peacock,
yet all too often with the attention span of a bullet to the head. I think its
pathetic that the entire world looks upon a person with patience and a calm demeanor
as the desired model citizen. Yet theres something to be said about the ability
to explain ones self with a toned down, tune deaf tone. And I will say it: I am
what they call the boy who is slow. How I metamorphosized from hyperactive to
cement is for lack of a better knife to the throat uh, annoying, aggrevating,
confusing as dense as cement. Cement holds no other minerals. You can’t even find
fools gold in it. Its strictly man made and youve taught me it’s ok to be a man
and in the classic mans world I parade you around proudly like the ring on my
finger which also holds no mineral. Love Kurt -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ‘FLACK,
BACKSTABBING AND PEARL JAM’ Cobain vented in his journal about the way his
band was being treated both in the mainstream and the alternative press, as well
as about his sense of isolation. For many months I decided to take a break
from reading rock magazines mainly to rest and clear my head from all the folk
lore and current affair journalism that had been piling up since weve become a
lot of peoples (dare I say) breakfast lunch and dinner gossip. Last month I thought
Id take a peek at a few rock mags to see if things have cooled down. Well, to
my estimation many trees have been wasted on account of bored and boring people
who still like NIRVANA DRECK ... We simply wanted to give those dumb heavy metal
kids (the kids who we used to be) an introduction to a different way of thinking
and some 15 years worth of emotionally and socially important music and all we
got was flack, backstabbing and Pearl Jam. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Within the months between October 1991 thru December 92 I have had 4 four notebooks
filled with two years worth of poetry and personal writing ... The most violating
thing ive felt this year is not the media exxagerations or the catty gossip, but
the rape of my personal thoughts. Ripped out of pages from my stay in hospitals
and aeroplane rides hotel stays etc. I feel compelled to say f—k you F—k you to
those of you who have absolutely no regard for me as a person. You have raped
me harder than you’ll ever know. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The singer sketched out a sort of advice column in his diary, titling it only
“For Boys.” Step # one: remember that your older brothers, cousins, uncles,
and your fathers are not your role models. This means you do not do what they
do, you do not do what they say. They come from a time when their role models
told their sons to be mean to girls, to think of yourself as better and stronger
and smarter than them. They also taught things like: you will grow up strong if
you act tough and fight the boys who are known as nerds or geeks. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- THE
DAMAGE DONE In February 1994, Nirvana embarked on a European tour. Cobain
wrote the following entry on stationery from the Hotel Villa Magna in Madrid.
A few weeks later, in Rome, he overdosed on heroin and barely survived. I
remember someone saying if you try heroine once you’ll become hooked. Of course
I laughed and scoffed at the idea but I now believe this to be very true. Not
literally, I mean if you do dope once you don’t instantly become addicted it usually
takes about one month of every day use to physically become addicted. But after
the first time your mind say ahh that was very pleasant as long as I don’t do
it every day I won’t have a problem. The problem is it happens over time ... With
everyone some time at least once a year some sort of crisis happens to everyone,
the loss of a friend or mate or relative this is when the drug tells you to say
f—k it. Every drug addict has said f—k it more times than they can count ... By
the time you’ve said f—k it the long process of trying to stay off begins. The
first kick is usually easy if you have pills. You basically sleep. Which is bad
in my opinion because you think if its that easy I could get hooked and kick for
the rest of my life. By the second and third time it becomes very different. It
takes sometimes 5 times longer. The psychological factors have set in and are
as damaging as the physical effects. Every time you kick as time goes by it gets
more uncomfortable. Even the most needle phobic person can crave the relief of
putting a syringe in their arm. People have been known to shoot water, booze,
mouthwash, etc. drug use is escapism whether you want to admit it or not ... Every
junkie I’ve ever met has fought with it at least 5 years and most end up fighting
for about 15-25 years, until finally they have to resort to becoming a slave to
another drug the 12 step program which is in itself another drug/religion. If
it works for you do it. If your ego is too big start at square one and go the
psychological rehabilitative way. Either way you’ve got at least 5 to 10 years
of battle ahead of you. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Kurt Cobain committed suicide at his Seattle home on April 5, 1994. He’d written
a long letter to his wife and daughter. “I’m sorry, sorry, sorry,” it said. “I’ll
be there. I’ll protect you. I don’t know where I’m going. I just can’t be here
anymore.” © 2002 Newsweek, Inc. |