April 09, 2004
Yesterday, being the tenth anniversary of Kurt Cobain's suicide (or the anniversary of when it was announced, which is how I measure the years) I was hoping to have something to say. Something witty, something nostalgic, or maybe just something to mark the loss, which still feels surprisingly raw. But I didn't have anything to say. Maybe it was all said, ten years ago, when we laid around, watching MTV tributes all night long? Or maybe four days later, when Hole's album came out and briefly stunned us out of the grief? Or maybe I never had the words in the first place. In the wake of the bastard way some people chose to honor Kurt's legacy this week, it was hard to find something worthy of reading. MSN's Slate chose the right direction when they analyzed Courtney Love, her irritating antics, the shadow she'll always live in, and Live Through This, the album that healed us for a while.