friday, june 2
of course, i rarely do anything even remotely that active, and always feel a bit like a social failure come sunday night, as i look back and only see whacky middle of the night grocery runs, movies and lounging on the couch. slacker-ass, yes indeed. oh well. deal.
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i watched the indie doc. kurt & courtney and i just don't know what to think. (it's a documentary 'investigating' kurt cobein's suicide-- [dramatic music booms out] or WAS IT?!? )
i have this sad spot for kurt cobein. the funny thing is, when i first became aware of nirvana and saw them interviewed on swedish tv, i didn't go for it. kurt was sulky, obnoxious, and his long, dirty, tangled kool-aid pink hair covered most of his face. smells like teen spirit was just more radio noise in the background to me, and i was going to leave it at that.
but. then i opened this magazine up one day and i just saw those enormous, blue eyes staring at me from the grainy paper and, alas, i was lost till the end.
he was there first "i know exactly where, when and how i found out he was dead" person to truly get stuck in my memory and cause genuine sadness (followed by brandon lee, princess diana and yes, chris farley. i was sad for river phoenix too, but i don't remember details.)
the documentary consists of murder theories, conspiracies, old friends and girlfriends in various states of consciousness interviewed, and the most heart-breaking recordings of kurt as a 2-year old. oh, and a nasty, nasty look at courtney love. shudder.
anyhow. whatever. just can't quite shake those eyes..
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