90s Ricky Schroeder as Kurt and Christina Applegate as Courtney absolutely should have happened. Also, as someone who's very involved in the world of guitar pedals, I'd say you were about 25 years ahead of your time with the "Spoon Burner" distortion...
"Neil Young's lyrics killed him." hahahaha!!! I met Janis back in the day at her dealer's house and she lookekd so ragged I didn't know who she was for about 20 minutes. But she was great and my last child born long after she died used to command me to play her repeatedly when she was a toddler. Speaking of childern, back in the other day when we were in the comedy troupe, I convinced my very young children I WAS Pete Townsend (I was playing bass then) which I think is why they have become adults who don't believe anything anyone says.
Ok 'm pretty sure I know who the disgruntled Nirvana fan was who mailed said malicious care package to the SF Weekly. Not cool, obv. All I can say is that people who cared deeply about Cobain back then REALLY cared deeply, and personally. (And perhaps had problematic relationships with drugs.) A tricky, traumatic death for his coevals.
yes, I had a friend whose young son was deeply affected by Cobain's death. His appeal was much more emotional, and not just the good-times party image of the other two in this post.
I had a regular evolving gag started after the “Is Elvis Alive?” foofarol of the late 1980s about Elvis holing up in the Roy Orbison Celebrity Rehab Clinic and Retreat in Sheepdip, Wyoming. By now, it starts with Elvis waking up, taking a few potshots on the small arms range with John Lennon, Kurt Cobain, and Selena; ultralight flights with Buddy Holly and Stevie Ray Vaughan (with Randy Rhoads in the control tower and Rick Nelson as mechanic); cooking classes with Karen Carpenter and charm school classes with Sid Vicious, GG Allin, and Oderus Urungus; taping “Just Say No” ads with Jim Morrison and Janis Joplin; and singing in a barbershop quartet with Jimi Hendrix. Joey Ramone, and Andy Gibb. The only people who became butthurt over this, even a third of a century later, were Stevie Ray Vaughan fans, and I was threatened in a hotel elevator with a stomping in the early Nineties for including Stevie. (To be fair, he wasn’t the only one with mindless fans: at the same event and on the same elevator, I was threatened by a group of hipsters who discovered I was a columnist for “Film Threat Video Guide” and still carried a grudge over the magazine including David Lynch in the “When Great Directors Start To Suck” cover story in its first issue. Honestly, I was more worried about the hipsters: you could drown in the snot-bubbles produced as they cried about how “That was so UNFAIR!”
These days at gyms, 98 per cent of sweaty participants wear headphones. No more casually chatting up foxy females!
Sometime after the stultifying isolation of covid I was back at the gym and saw a guy without headphones wearing a Nirvana shirt. I looked at him and said something to him like "Have you seen Nirvana live? I've only seen them live once." He had absolutely no idea what I was talking about. Welcome to the Brave New World where people wear swag with no connection to the words on the shirt!
(Not sure how to message you more directly, or privately, than this but lmk if there’s a way.) Honestly I’d have no idea how to get in touch with them, what they’re doing, whether living or not. I debated even mentioning this, since I don’t want to ID someone for an act they probably regretted almost instantly and did 31 years ago (!!!) but I wanted to, as they say, validate your experience. Who knows tho, maybe they’ll see your post and reach out? Ideally in a less Kaczinsky fashion?
90s Ricky Schroeder as Kurt and Christina Applegate as Courtney absolutely should have happened. Also, as someone who's very involved in the world of guitar pedals, I'd say you were about 25 years ahead of your time with the "Spoon Burner" distortion...
"Neil Young's lyrics killed him." hahahaha!!! I met Janis back in the day at her dealer's house and she lookekd so ragged I didn't know who she was for about 20 minutes. But she was great and my last child born long after she died used to command me to play her repeatedly when she was a toddler. Speaking of childern, back in the other day when we were in the comedy troupe, I convinced my very young children I WAS Pete Townsend (I was playing bass then) which I think is why they have become adults who don't believe anything anyone says.
Ok 'm pretty sure I know who the disgruntled Nirvana fan was who mailed said malicious care package to the SF Weekly. Not cool, obv. All I can say is that people who cared deeply about Cobain back then REALLY cared deeply, and personally. (And perhaps had problematic relationships with drugs.) A tricky, traumatic death for his coevals.
yes, I had a friend whose young son was deeply affected by Cobain's death. His appeal was much more emotional, and not just the good-times party image of the other two in this post.
These satirical Cobain products are brilliant!
I had a regular evolving gag started after the “Is Elvis Alive?” foofarol of the late 1980s about Elvis holing up in the Roy Orbison Celebrity Rehab Clinic and Retreat in Sheepdip, Wyoming. By now, it starts with Elvis waking up, taking a few potshots on the small arms range with John Lennon, Kurt Cobain, and Selena; ultralight flights with Buddy Holly and Stevie Ray Vaughan (with Randy Rhoads in the control tower and Rick Nelson as mechanic); cooking classes with Karen Carpenter and charm school classes with Sid Vicious, GG Allin, and Oderus Urungus; taping “Just Say No” ads with Jim Morrison and Janis Joplin; and singing in a barbershop quartet with Jimi Hendrix. Joey Ramone, and Andy Gibb. The only people who became butthurt over this, even a third of a century later, were Stevie Ray Vaughan fans, and I was threatened in a hotel elevator with a stomping in the early Nineties for including Stevie. (To be fair, he wasn’t the only one with mindless fans: at the same event and on the same elevator, I was threatened by a group of hipsters who discovered I was a columnist for “Film Threat Video Guide” and still carried a grudge over the magazine including David Lynch in the “When Great Directors Start To Suck” cover story in its first issue. Honestly, I was more worried about the hipsters: you could drown in the snot-bubbles produced as they cried about how “That was so UNFAIR!”
Yeah, I could see that reaction from SRV & Lynch fans...Film Threat! I also wrote for their first issue (when it relaunched under Larry Flynt).
“No, I Don’t Have A Gun” made me laugh out loud
These days at gyms, 98 per cent of sweaty participants wear headphones. No more casually chatting up foxy females!
Sometime after the stultifying isolation of covid I was back at the gym and saw a guy without headphones wearing a Nirvana shirt. I looked at him and said something to him like "Have you seen Nirvana live? I've only seen them live once." He had absolutely no idea what I was talking about. Welcome to the Brave New World where people wear swag with no connection to the words on the shirt!
p.s. wasn't me.
A tiny part of me wants to interview this person who did it. But maybe I don't? Message me directly if you'd like.
(Not sure how to message you more directly, or privately, than this but lmk if there’s a way.) Honestly I’d have no idea how to get in touch with them, what they’re doing, whether living or not. I debated even mentioning this, since I don’t want to ID someone for an act they probably regretted almost instantly and did 31 years ago (!!!) but I wanted to, as they say, validate your experience. Who knows tho, maybe they’ll see your post and reach out? Ideally in a less Kaczinsky fashion?