Posts Tagged ‘Nirvana’

Courtney Love has a meltdown onstage in Brazil over a fan holding up a Kurt Cobain poster then turns it into a chance to go on a bitter rant about Dave Grohl and the Foo Fighters who are actually successful.

Later that night, to make sure she was more important than her band, she went for her usual tactic of flashing the crowd.

Attention whore: Label given to any person who craves attention to such an extent that they will do anything to receive it. The type of attention (negative or positive) does not matter. (See: Courtney Love)


On April 17, 1991 — 20 years ago today — Nirvana took the stage in Seattle at Pioneer Square’s legendary OK Hotel and debuted a song called “Smells Like Teen Spirit.” There were barely any lyrics yet but in just a few months time, the song would alter the course of ’90s popular music.

Of the song, Cobain famously said he “was basically trying to rip off the Pixies… we used their sense of dynamics, being soft and quiet and then loud and hard.” It’s an apt homage, considering that Nirvana’s explosive success — and Nevermind’s ushering in of mainstream alternative — was in many ways a culmination of the long road tread by the bands that comprised the ’80s college rock and indie underground universe.

Online music-themed dating site Tastebuds asked its users how far they were likely to go on a first date. Answers ranged from “I’d only meet up for a chat” to “I’d go all the way if the mood was right”. They took this anonymous feedback, collated it and then ran it through a discombobulator to find out which fans were the most inclined to jump into bed on a first date. In other words, they plugged all the responses received into excel, and sorted the data by musical tastes to produce the chart above.

Turns out Nirvana fans are really eager to get in your utero, while Coldplay fans, aptly, are rather cold when it comes to playing around.

Agree? Disagree? Discuss.

I would like to reiterate that Coldplay fans are least likely to score on a first date.

So you like Nirvana? Slut!!

The “Smells Like Teen Spirit” / “Final Countdown” mashup you hoped would never come is now here. Thanks WaxAudio, this is almost impossible not to sing-along with.

Smells Like Teen Spirit vs Michael Jackson

Smells Like Teen Spirit vs Rick Astley


And if you don’t know, now you know.

Today is Friday. I can almost hear people simultaneously shout out, “It’s the weekend baby!” Except, I am working all weekend and don’t call me baby. I can’t seem to shake off this sore throat. The same sore throat that ruined my birthday on Wednesday and has been fueling this ridiculous fever and listlessness. Where is Oprah when you really need her?
I’m not feeling sorry for myself but I did change my blog theme to ‘Greyzed’ because it described itself as ‘dark and grungy.’ Do the math.

Sometimes music helps.

Now, read this poem by Charles Bukowski.

I made a mistake.
I reached up into the top of the closet
and took out a pair of blue panties
and showed them to her and
asked “are these yours?”
and she looked and said,
“no, those belong to a dog.”
she left after that and I haven’t seen
her since. she’s not at her place.
I keep going there, leaving notes stuck
into the door. I go back and the notes
are still there. I take the Maltese cross
cut it down from my car mirror, tie it
to her doorknob with a shoelace, leave
a book of poems.
when I go back the next night everything
is still there.
I keep searching the streets for that
blood-wine battleship she drives
with a weak battery, and the doors
hanging from broken hinges.
I drive around the streets
an inch away from weeping,
ashamed of my sentimentality and
possible love.
a confused old man driving in the rain
wondering where the good luck

What is wrong with me? Nothing. It’s a virus. I’ll live. Men can be such miserable bastards when we’re sick. Besides, the Football World Cup starts exactly one week from today. Big reason to smile 🙂