Many years ago, I used to like to listen to music that I never listen to now. One of the bands that I used to like but stopped listening to was Nirvana. After seeing the performances on the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame this year, I remembered everything I loved about them.
As I was driving in my minivan down the road today, the sun was out and it was reflecting off of the lake and the birds were singing and the song, "Smells like teen spirit" kicked in and I started bobbing my head up and down like it was many years ago. Many years. Many.
My (almost) tween girls protested. They hated the song. I tried to get them to laugh with, "C'mon...'a mosquito'...that's funny, right?" but nothing would do until I turned off that so-called music. It made one of them cry. It hurt their ears.
I guess Kurt Cobain can rest in peace knowing that he has not become mainstream. His work has not lost its edge and it still makes young girls cry. Not like Barry Manilow made the young girls cry. In a way that is all his own.
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