There are certain memories in life that remain vivid. You just remember the moment, every single detail. For generations before me it was the JFK assassination or the moon landing and of course there is 9/11, which is a day that I think everyone can vividly remember in detail. Kurt Cobain's death is one of these moments for me. I remember exactly where I was, exactly from where I heard it, who I was with, what I was doing.
I was a freshman at South Burlington High School in South Burlington, VT. As most high schoolers, Nirvana was part of my soundtrack. I was in the car with my mother, on Route 2 in Milton, VT on the 45 mile drive back home from school (yes, I commuted 45 miles each way to/from high school...). The big rock station at the time in Burlington, VT was called WIZN, "The Wizard of Rock." We were listening to that station as we often did and were chatting about the day when the DJ came on with a somber tone to his voice. It was then that he announced that Kurt had been found dead from a self-inflicted gunshot wound.
The news of his death was a shock, the fact that he did it to himself was something I had a hard time comprehending as a 14 year old. At 14 you generally haven't lost a lot of people in your life, your musical heroes for the most part are still young. The rest of the car ride home was a quiet one. My mother and I didn't talk about it. I spent the rest of the ride thinking about Kurt being dead. Pretty heavy for a 14 year old.
Today we remember Kurt, his impact on music, society and the joy he brought to so many through his music. April 5th is a tough day for fans of music as it is also the day (8 years after Kurt) that we lost Layne Staley. But their music lives on and their impact remains. -Jarvis