"Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage." - Anais Nin

"I feel like love is in the kitchen with a culinary eye.
I think he's making something special and I'm smart enough to try" -- Obstacle 2 - Interpol

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Seventeen Years

I received facebook notifications from several music pages I follow about Kurt Cobain's death on April 5th seventeen years ago. And for some reason it really struck me this year. Seventeen years. 1994 was seventeen years ago. Man, this makes me feel old.

Come on all of you 30-40 year olds. Doesn't it make you nostalgic for your high school or college years. Don't you just want to dig out all of your flannel. Don't you want to skip changing clothes or washing your hair for a few weeks. Come on and embrace the dirt. I mean the era was called grunge after all.

For real though, it makes me supremely sad to think that it has been seventeen years. Nirvana, as we all know, changed the music scene forever. I appreciated them then and I appreciate them now. They made it okay to feel anger and angst and to yell and scream about it. As a closet goth, I was and am down with that.

As I watched a few Nirvana videos, I realized that I have pretty much the same hair cut now as Kurt Cobain had then. I could totally pull that look off if I neglected to wash my hair for a couple of weeks. Actually, when I walked into work this morning, my friend Jen said I looked a little crazy - that my hair looked a little crazy. She asked if I was up late making pie. And the really scary fact is that I was! So, rolling into work with crazy hair looking sleep deprived and strung out (on pie) puts me even one more step closer.

In honor of seventeen years passing, I have been listening to Nirvana. I remembered my time at Ohio University hanging out with the rockers. But to be honest, I was never a big fan of flannel.

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