As kids pre Nevermind even Bleach my friends & I listened to a lot of demos & tapes from Seattle. The list of bands are numerous mostly The Melvins Green River & Soundgarden. We considered Nirvana the runts of the litter and didn't think they would ever make it beyond demos. At the time the word grunge wasn't something we used to describe this kind of metal rock crap we were listening to It was just druggie and hard sounding which fit our lifestyles more than Winger or Poison or even Metallica or Slayer. So when it all exploded it was very surreal kind of like being in a dark room that was suddenly flooded with light & crowded with people. Seattles little secret was no more. So that fact then was hard to digest for me & now some 16 years later as Van Sant & this doc further explore & dig into Cobains life I just think to myself Jesus he wasn't that interesting at all. Why are we still talking about this man as if he were this enigmatic figure who changed the world? Im not going to attack the man but heres where my head is at he left his daughter to be raised by Courtney Love. This is a large part of what makes this country so sick. Your worshiping a dead junkie not some anti-hero who died for his beliefs. This isn't about art or fashion & im not trying to be an a-hole but every time I see this woman benefit from this mans death or see another book another CD another movie I get very very sick to my stomach. Its disgusting & more importantly trivial. You want someone to look up to just take a look in the mirror.
Review of Kurt Cobain About a Son
