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, ethics involved with
independence and the embracement of your community had 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 crowds begin, it doesn't affect me the way in which it did
for Freddie Mercury, who seemed to love, relish in the love and
adoration from the crowd which is something 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.
It must be one of those narcissists who only appreciate things when
they're gone. I'm too sensitive. I need to be slightly numb in order
to regain the enthusiasms 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 to where I can
barely function. I can't stand the thought of Frances becoming the
miserable, 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 that 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 than 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, which will be so much happier without me.
I love you, I love you!