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you're joking right??
Not at all. And I speak as someone who, once upon a time, owned every CD that Nirvana or Cobain appeared on and wept manly tears when the news broke that he'd killed himself.
But...
I don't know how Seattle or the "grunge" scene found themselves in the sights of the record execs at Geffen and elsewhere. All I know is that, in the early 90s, there was a sudden surge of these types of acts. Pearl Jam may have been the first. But then we get Nirvana, Soundgarden, Mudhoney, and oh just scads of these guys all being marketed under the label "alternative". Alternative? To what? Boy bands, I guess. Anyhoo, the labels come in, buy out these band's contracts (making everyone at SubPop scads of money, I hope) and then... produce and market the fuck out of them, with a healthy dollop of heavy MTV rotation. Go back and listen to Bleach and Nevermind. To my ears, it's barely the same band. I seem to recall that Cobain was somewhat upset about being produced and marketed the way they were, but he didn't really do much about it except piss and moan impotently and wear a dress to Headbanger's Ball. He made the album, toured, took loads of smack, hooked up with Courtney Love, took loads of smack, and...lessee,what else? Got Steve Albini to produce the next record. Got Unplugged. Took loads of smack. Fell asleep during interviews. Then killed himself. The only instance of Cobain "saying something" that I can think of is the liner notes for Incesticide, wherein he implores the archetypes who beat him up in high school to not give him money. From memory: "If you hate gay people or women in any way, don't buy our records and don't come to our shows." Which is an admirable sentiment, and worked about as well as you might expect.
IMHO, Cobain and crew lost their counter-culture cred the moment the signed with Geffen.* They could have stayed in Seattle with SubPop, but I don't suppose SubPop record royalties pay the smack bill.
I think the problem is that you're not part of the counterculture wildstallion, it seems to be passing you by.
DING-DING-DING! We have a winner!
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*Full disclosure: I'm 34 and probably wouldn't know the counter-culture or it's credit line if they walked up to me and made me an offer I couldn't refuse. |
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