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Kurt's Suicide Note
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, the 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 guilty beyond words about these things.
For example when we're backstage and the lights go out and the manic roar of the
crowd begins, it doesn't affect me the way in which it did for Freddy Mercury,
who seem to love, relish in the love and adoration from the crowd, which is
somehting 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. I must be
one of those narcissists who only things when they're gone. I'm too sensitive. I
need to be slightly numb in order to regain the enthusiasm 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 where I can barely function. I can't stand the thought
of Frances becoming the miseraable, 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 and 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 then to fade away. Peace, Love, Empathy. Kurt Cobain. Frances
and Courtney, I'll be at your altar. Please keep going Courtney, for Frances.
for her life will be so much happier without me. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU.
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