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Monday, April 05, 2004


"GIVE ME A LEONARD COHEN AFTERWORLD" : THOUGHTS ON KURT COBAIN, TEN YEARS GONE

Up until I was about 17 years old most of my friends were older than I was. The range was anywhere from three to fifteen years older. Most of what I learned about music, I learned from these friends. Accordingly, much of the music that I grew up listening to was older than I was. I was a big fan of artists like the Beatles, the Doors, Jimi Hendrix and Janis Joplin. I was a messianic proponent of the blues. From my earliest memories, most of my record collection consisted of works by people who died before I was born. Even though I was only 10 years old, I clearly remember the day John Lennon died and what it meant. I owe much of my taste to those people who befriended a little kid and taught him a lot about music.

One thing that was common about these people was a quality that I called "that guy." Everyone knows "that guy," he's the guy who's immovable in his belief that all music sucked after (insert year here.) For the "that guy" that I knew, the year happened to be 1969. The one area where I differed from my friends was that I never wanted to be "that guy." I was young enough that, as much as I was into blues and classic rock, I would also listen to contemporary chart music. Given that this was the early to mid 80's, that meant shitloads of bubblegum pop, hair metal and the first wave of rap. I was that annoying prick who would tell you how many Public Enemy songs used the same sample of James Brown's "Funky Drummer" or how Whitesnake existed solely off of ideas which were poorly stolen from Led Zeppelin, who themselves stole them from Howlin' Wolf (actually, Led Zeppelin were the biggest rip-off artists of all time. There might be three original ideas on their first two albums.)

In short, I was a big, know-it-all pain in the ass. Enthusiasm can do that to people. But throughout high school, my tastes were eclectic. I didn't really fit in with any one group of kids, most of whom defined themselves (or were defined) by the music that they listened to. One night, I'd go see Ray Charles and the next it would be Motley Crue. As deeply impressed as I was with the bonehead "poetry" of Jim Morrison, I could appreciate the songwriting of some Duran Duran songs. Even today, my CD collection is completely fucked. I have Captain Beeftheart's Trout Mask Replica right next to the Cars' Greatest Hits.

A couple of weeks ago, I was looking through my CDs and noticed something. I have music by very few artists who released their first album after 1994. The last "new" band I was fanatically excited about was Nirvana and its extremely likely that they'll be the last.

Every 10 minutes or so, the press and music television stations will do some listing of "the Most Important Albums of All Time." Nirvana's Nevermind is usually in the top five, after Sgt. Pepper and Exile on Main Street. You know, the usual suspects.

In at least one regard, Nevermind may be the most important record of all time. Not as much for the actual music, though it was phenomenal, but for the impact it had. When the Beatles hit it big, Frankie Valli and Elvis Presley still had careers - they just weren't as popular as they previously were. When Nevermind hit, the hair farmers evaporated completely. It was like they never existed. For all anyone knows the guys in Cinderella could be working at a gas station now. With the exception of Bon Jovi, an entire genre of music ceased to exist because of one record. And Bon Jovi was never really a hair band as much as they were Bruce Springsteen with bigger amps and a limited vocabulary.

Some people point out that Nirvana was the logical extension of the Sex Pistols. As influential as the Pistols were, they were never that popular. It took 15 years for Never Mind the Bollocks, Here's the Sex Pistols to sell a million copies. Nevermind sold that many in January of 1992 alone. Nobody, not the critics, not the record company, and not Nirvana themselves expected what would happen. Nirvana's label, DGC, originally printed 50,000 copies of Nevermind and thought they would be lucky to sell them all. The album only cost $160,000 to make in an era where the average is about five times that. Kurt Cobain himself said that he expected Nevermind "to do as well as the average Sonic Youth album." The success and impact of that record was as unexpected as it was unprecedented.

And that may have contributed to the death of Kurt Cobain. It's not the only reason, or probably even the primary one. After all, no one starts a band to be anonymous. But the kind of music Cobain made wasn't designed for mass appeal. It wasn't built to be successful, certainly not as successful as it became. Cobain loathed rock stars and never seemed to be sure what to do when he became one. Most celebrities strive for their status, Kurt Cobain tripped over it, which I imagine only added to the pressure of it. I don't think fame itself killed Kurt Cobain, but I suspect that it was a factor.

Kurt was, to put it mildly, a giant mess. There was a long string of alcoholics and suicides in his family, which put him at a statistically higher risk to kill himself. He suffered from a chronic, undiagnosed stomach pain for over half of his life. His struggles with heroin addiction are well documented. Then there was his mental state. Starting in high school, Cobain talked about suicide regularly. Three of Nevermind's four singles (Smells Like Teen Spirit, Come As You Are and In Bloom) feature guns prominently in the lyrics. In Utero was to have been called I Hate Myself and I Want to Die and was only changed for fear of lawsuits against the band. Suicide is a theme throughout in Utero. The posthumously released MTV Unplugged in New York mentions death or dying in no fewer than six songs.

Nobody should've been particularly shocked when, 10 years ago today, Kurt Cobain packed his life into a junkie's cigar box, went to the greenhouse over his garage, wrote a farewell note, and killed himself with a shotgun.

Had he not died in April of 1994, he likely would've died sooner or later. It's hard to imagine the Kurt Cobain who wrote Nevermind and In Utero alive today under any circumstances. Even if he had never become famous, or if Nirvana had become what Cobain wanted it to be - a moderately successful alternative rock band, unknown outside of college campuses - chances are Kurt Cobain still would've committed suicide. The depression would've still been there and it's important to remember that he had begun using heroin over a year before he became famous. Without fame to aggravate his mental condition, he might have lived a few extra years, but probably not much longer than that. Maybe he would've made some obscure records, killed himself and been discovered later. A rock n' roll John Kennedy Toole

As much of a splash that was made of Cobain's legacy in the aftermath of his death, it took much longer to fully realize how important his music was. Nothing has had that impact since and it seems unlikely that anything ever will. The recording industry that took a chance on three guys from Washington state in 1990 no longer exists. As recently as ten years ago, labels would give an artist a few albums to develop. That's no longer true. If you don't move 2 million units your first time out, you're finished. In 1990, there were nearly a dozen major labels. Now there are three or four. The record companies are far more risk-averse now than they were a decade ago. Ten years ago, a label like Geffen could take a chance on a Nirvana or a Beck debut CD that could potenially lose a lot of money because they knew they could make that money back with the next Guns N' Roses or Aerosmith album. Now Geffen is a small subdivision of Vivendi, a company whose primary business is bottled water or something.

The way the music business is structured today, a Johnny Cash, a Bob Dylan, a Jimi Hendrix, a U2 or a Nirvana would never get signed in the first place, because none of them sound enough like Celine Dion or (God help us all) Limp Bizcut. Nirvana may very well have been the Last, Great Experiment of the Rock Age. One could look to the indie labels for the next Nirvana, but as soon as a small label shows some promise, it gets bought out by a major and signs acts suitable for the next Britney Spears tour. And that's hard to get excited about.

In April 1994, I became "that guy." I just didn't know it yet.
Easy Listening Recommendation of the Day: Radio Friendly Unit Shifter By: Nirvana From: In Utero

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