To Boddah
Speaking from the tongue of an experienced simpleton who obviously would rather be an
emasculated, infantile complain-ee. This note should be pretty easy to understand.
All the warnings from the punk rock 101 courses over the years, since my first introduction to the,
shall we say, ethics involved with independence and the embracement of your community has
proven to be very true. I haven't felt the excitement of listening to as well as creating music along
with reading and writing for too many years now. I feel guilty beyond words about these things.
For example when we're backstage and the lights go out and the manic roar of the crowd begins, it
doesn't affect me the way in which it did for Freddy Mercury, who seemed to love, relish in the
love and adoration from the crowd, which is something I totally admire and envy. The fact is, I
can't fool you, any one of you. It simply isn't fair to you or me. The worst crime I can think of
would be to rip people off by faking it and pretending as if I'm having 100% fun.
Sometimes I feel as if I should have a punch-in time clock before I walk out on stage. I've tried
everything within my power to appreciate it (and I do, God, believe me I do, but it's not enough). I
appreciate the fact that I and we have affected and entertained a lot of people. I must be one of
those narcissists who only appreciate things when they're gone. I'm too sensitive. I need to be
slightly numb in order to regain the enthusiasm I once had as a child.
On our last 3 tours, I've had a much better appreciation for all the people I've known personally
and as fans of our music, but I still can't get over the frustration, the guilt and empathy I have for
everyone. There's good in all of us and I think I simply love people too much, so much that it
makes me feel too fucking sad. The sad little, sensitive, unappreciative, Pisces, Jesus man! Why
don't you just enjoy it? I don't know!
I have a goddess of a wife who sweats ambition and empathy and a daughter who reminds me too
much of what I used to be, full of love and joy, kissing every person she meets because everyone is
good and will do her no harm. And that terrifies me to the point to where I can barely function. I
can't stand the thought of Frances becoming the miserable, self-destructive, death rocker that I've
become.
I have it good, very good, and I'm grateful, but since the age of seven, I've become hateful towards
all humans in general. Only because it seems so easy for people to get along and have empathy.
Only because I love and feel sorry for people too much I guess.
Thank you all from the pit of my burning, nauseous stomach for your letters and concern during
the past years. I'm too much of an erratic, moody, baby! I don't have the passion anymore, and so
remember, it's better to burn out than to fade away.
Peace, Love, Empathy.
Kurt Cobain
Frances and Courtney, I'll be at your altar.
Please keep going Courtney, for Frances.
For her life, which will be so much happier without me.
I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU!
