So this weekend after visiting my stepdad Joe in the Alzheimer’s nursing home (tragic), me and mom went to see "Walk the Line." Loved it. Joaquin Phoenix was awesome…he totally did justice to the Man in Black. Reese was adorable as always. I thought they had great chemistry. Anyway, sad story turns happy in the case of Johnny Cash.
Then I read Heavier Than Heaven, the Kurt Cobain biography. Not so happy. I must confess I’m STILL pretty broken up about Kurt. I remember reading the news about how he was hospitalized in Rome for mixing pills and alcohol, and knowing he was gonna kill himself, that it was just a matter of time.
I don’t know how it was in other parts of the country/world, but living in Seattle when a body was discovered in the Cobain house and waiting and waiting and just hoping against hope that it wasn’t Kurt was freaking terrible. And KNDD kept playing Nirvana songs and all the lyrics took on this whole new awfulness…especially stuff like "I don’t have a gun."
Bleh. Good book though. I highly recommend it. Don’t you think "Heart Shaped Box" is one of the most perfect songs ever recorded? Do you remember where you were when you heard about Kurt? Does anyone care anymore?