In October 1992, Nirvana was set to play to a sold-out show at a 50,000-seat stadium in Buenos Aires, Argentina. However, the crowd’s negative reception of their opening act left lead singer Kurt Cobain in a rage. After nearly cancelling the night’s show, he decided to play, but with spite. The band was stroppy and played rare songs the crowd didn’t know, including some unreleased songs.
Next year, you can expect to watch filmmaker Brett Morgen’s Kurt Cobain documentary titled Montage of Heck. Set to premiere on HBO, Montage of Heck is one of several Nirvana/Cobain films, but this one is noted as the first ‘fully authorized’ film. With participation from the Cobain family, Kurt’s daughter Frances Bean Cobain has signed on as the film’s executive producer. However, there is no mention of Courtney Love’s involvement.
This is precious: a handwritten ‘Top 50 by Nirvana‘ note by Nirvana frontman Kurt Cobain on the best music acts. Besides the usual suspects (Sonic Youth? Leadbelly? But of course), it’s cool to find the likes of PJ Harvey, Public Enemy and Mazzy Star making the list as well.
Oh, the 90s. And oh, YouTube, custodian of these 90s moments. Two of the greatest bands then, Nirvana and The Smashing Pumpkins, took to a game of Twister in a surreal turn back in time, with D’arcy Wretzky spinning and dictating moves, Dave Grohl looking remarkably bright-eyed and innocent, and Krist Novoselic being a general […]
Nirvana are set to reunite today, and the speculation is in that they’ll be getting by with a little help from their friends. Paul McCartney will be subbing in for Kurt Cobain when the grunge rockers take the stage at tonight’s concert for Sandy Relief in Madison Square Garden. Featuring other classic rock acts like Bon Jovi, Eric Clapton, Billy Joel, The Rolling Stones, Eddie Vedder and the Who, the show kicks off at 7:30pm American EST. [Stream the concert live here]
Nirvana’s Smells Like Teen Spirit vs Rick Astley’s Never Gonna Give You Up is a travesty of a mashup that should never have happened. And yet it did. As Rick Astley does his weaselly little jig for what seems like eternity, promising never to give up torturing our souls, Kurt Cobain gently weeps on his […]
I was obsessed with Kurt Cobain when I was a teenager, and his death was a huge deal for me. My friends and I made a little shrine to him under our school’s flagpole and lowered the flag to half mast, much to the chagrin of the hippie-hating, young Republicans in our class. Cobain’s daughter, Frances Bean, who we remember in photographs as an infant clutched in the arms of her mother, Courtney Love, has managed to remain relatively out of the public view until this recent shoot she did for French fashion designer Hedi Slimane. The Cobain legend certainly continues to smolder in those eyes, which are very much like her father’s.
Found photos are nothing new, but Internet K-Hole is a nice little blogspot that has some pretty choice images sure to suck you in, including some rarely-seen ones of people like Nirvana, NWA, and Fabio. Some images are NSFW, but they’re not that bad.
Our friends over at Nerdcore have unearthed a rare flyer that was used to solicit fans of Nirvana to be a part of the audience in the seminal Smells Like Teen Spirit video shoot. Oh, to have been a fly on the wall that day!
Following on from Michael Lavine’s seminal portrait of Kurt and Courtney for the cover of Sassy! [pssst, he also took the photo for the Nevermind album cover], we got the inside word from British music journalist, and infamous Nirvana bedfellow (in the least literal sense of the word), Everett True on Kurt, Courtney, and those damn persistent rumors: ‘No, I don’t believe he was murdered. I don’t particularly go into this in my most recent Nirvana book — partly through lack of time, partly through lack of interest — but let’s view it this way. Examine any event that has happened in the past, however trivial, and discrepancies will appear. 9/11. John F Kennedy. The death of Princess Diana. The fact my cat had to be put down at the age of sixteen. Why I forgot to take my iPod to London this morning. All of these could be contested, violently and with real — and valid — opinion. That’s because history does not exist except in books. Suicide is particularly ripe for innuendo: after all, the only person who can tell you what really happened is — er — dead. Still. I have nothing against conspiracy theories, especially if they’re fun’.