"I'd rather be hated for who I am than loved for who I am not." - Kurt Cobain
Sometimes I daydream about what Kurt would be doing now. What he'd be making, what his music would sound like, if he'd still have long hair. I'd like to think that he'd be outspoken, that maybe he'd have shed his apprehension for the spotlight and embraced it, becoming the elder statesman of the misunderstood, enduring godfather of misfits. I imagine that he'd be serious but also more lighthearted. Spontaneous but allied to self-mockery. I see him in photos with Michael Stipe, both sporting matching grey beards, their heads tilted back in shared cacophony somewhere off the coast of France. I like to think that Kurt would have gone solo, acoustic maybe, as gentle would have been a better form of rebellion. I like to see him as a one-man poetry band, rasped rage embracing a powerful purr.
