FUDGE PACKIN
CRACK SMOKIN
SATAN WORSHIPPIN
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Like baa I saw them when they first came over with Tad and Mudhoney. I saw them at the School of Oriental and African Studies, and I can remember me and my mate looking at each other in disbelief at the end of the gig – we knew it had been something special, and so did everyone else who was there that night. It’s not just one of those great-after-the-event things; Nirvana live blew you away in those early days, and if I could capture the feeling and express it in words, I’d be rich.
I couldn’t bring myself to go see them for the later gigs/ festivals – it all seemed to be going wrong and I didn’t want to see it. The Unplugged album can still bring a tear to my eye.
Whatever you want to say about ‘junkies’, I still find it terribly sad that Kurt Cobain didn’t find a way through.
I keep the orginal tour shirt in my drawer as a memento of the times and of my youth.
RIP KC.