17 years ago today was the first time in my life that a major cultural trauma effected my generation and burned itself into my memory for the rest of my life. Per usual, I got home from high school and turned on MTV. It was MTV Spring Break and there was Kennedy droning on about The 4 Non Blondes or some such.
But what mattered, what shocked and frightened me were the words scrolling across the bottom of the screen. I don't remember exactly what it said, but the gist was that a prominent and dearly loved figurehead or "grunge' music had suffered some sort of terrible event and the news was to follow on MTV soon.
My heart sank. Somewhere inside I knew. Initially I thought to myself, "Kurt or Eddie. One of them died. We lost someone." I grabbed the phone and called my good friend Bill and told him to turn it on...and we waited
I will never forget that day, and I will never let the world (as if it could) forget Kurt Cobain
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