Kurdt meant/means more to me than anyone that I never met
should. Coming up on three years since his passing and I
still feel just as strongly if not more so. I know in my
heart that either Kurdt did NOT hurt himself or if he did,
was driven to it. I turn on the radio today and hear nothing
but shit...pure unadulterated shit...and sometimes I get mad
and yell at Kurdt, "You fucker, music died with you." There
is nobody that can even come close. His music touched my soul.
Sometimes I really wish he wasn't seen as such a commodity and
a hero/loser by everyone and the rest of the world would just
forget him so I can have my memories all to myself and not
have to share Kurdt with anyone. I was very near Seattle when
I heard the news. I still to this day can't describe what I
felt. It was like a part of me died with him. All I can rememeber
thinking is ""Oh Kurdt, no man, shit....why?" But he hasn't
told me....yet.I love you Kurdt ~ thanks for the music
