In Kurt Cobain's Journal, he attempts to explain how heroin overcomes you, and he uses the editing in a television show or movie to explain it. In a televised story, a person exits the door of one room and then enters the door of en entirely different building; your mind doesn't go, "My god! That door is a portal from place to another place!" Instead, you realize that time elapses between those two shots, but is unnecessary to tell. He likens that to heroin consumption- you think it's only once in awhile when there's actually no supposed time in between.
That's how i feel about this blog. After months of thinking that it's only been a few months of not doing an entry, i was startled to find that it was back in September. If that isn't the death of a blog, i don't know what is.
Kurt is on my mind lately as i just had the opportunity to read a bio on him called Heavier Than Heaven by Charles Cross. It's very well researched- he had access to many of Kurt's possessions such as his artwork and parents- but i can't help by think that Mr. Cross did not really like him. This is because he seemed to take pleasure in pointing out throughout the book how Kurt was untruthful about his past, e.g. being homeless and sleeping under a bridge, his first concert. i certainly don't begrudge a writer wanting to get facts straight, but the wording in each case seems to denigrate Kurt, and i am not a Nirvana obsessed fan.
i am a fan, regardless of how much heroin he did, how little he disrespected others, how he plead with record labels to sign him even offering to sanitize his songs, because his music is fucking brilliant, and it's long time that we realize that the artist is not their art and vice versa.
This entry's grocery store song is "My Hometown" by Joe Jackson. I am at odds with including songs by musicians whose overall body indicates a true dedication to art, but i happened to hear Joe's song one day and realized that it fits in well with choosing laundry detergent.
