Jim Shelley & Book Of Kills

Happy 51st, Kurt

Kurt Cobain was born on this day in 1967. I guess, for better or for worse, he was the last musician who ever meant much to me. Most of what’s come after him has been redundant. Even Kurt’s music wasn’t all that far removed from The Beatles and Black Sabbath...so maybe I liked him largely because he was in effect just extending the quality rock of the late ‘60s. Anyway, wish you were still alive, Kurt. I’m sure you had a lot left inside of you to give us all.

"My lyrics are a big pile of contradictions. They're split down the middle between very sincere opinions that I have and sarcastic opinions and feelings that I have and sarcastic and hopeful, humorous rebuttals toward cliché bohemian ideals that have been exhausted for years." — Kurt Cobain