Inside the 20th-Anniversary Reissue of 'Nevermind'

Here's a great article from Rolling Stone talking to Butch Vig, and Krist Novoselic about those long gone days in '91 when they recorded the biggest album in the world:

"One afternoon in April 1990, Kurt Cobain, Krist Novoselic and drummer Chad Channing arrived at producer Butch Vig's Smart Studios in Madison, Wisconsin, after driving 1,900 miles from Seattle nonstop. "They rolled up in a van," says Vig, "and they probably hadn't taken a bath or shower in three or four days."
The songs Nirvana began recording that day would eventually become Nevermind, the album that kicked off the alt-rock explosion of the Nineties. Eight of the demos from that week, including ferocious test runs through "In Bloom" and "Lithium," are among the never-before-heard treasures on the 20th-anniversary edition of the landmark album, due September 27th."
Read further HERE

 Its very hard for me to believe that it was 20 years ago now, that this album came out. I was such a lost and confused young man of 14. I still remember this being one of two of the very first CD's I bought, in the long cardboard sleeve they originally came in. The other was Metallica's Black album. They were literally like night and day. I hold those albums both dear, for different reasons, but ultimately Nevermind- with its bright, curious, aqua colors, and seething energy of screaming guitars, and pounding drums and playful bass...would intrigue me into a strong reverence for Nirvana, which has yet to wary or falter.

"Wait, we're gonna change the world with this record??"

                                                                                                         It appears there will be a few choices of disc sets to choose from when this is released, Sept. 27th. Here are at least two of them. I'm going to start saving my penny's for the big one though, as I want all the good/rare stuff!  Maybe my wife will notice I have this on my list for Christmas!

Here's to Kurt Cobain- One of the Good Ones...

Here is a man that, like many can relate, affected my life. I was but 17 when he died this week, ironically 17 years ago. I was only beginning to 'get into' his music, and so I never scrounged enough money to go to his show 3 months earlier at the Target Center [back then it was the Metrodome] in Minneapolis. What a mistake that was. I would have seen the band that changed mine and a million peoples lives, in only a few manic, chaotic, and surreal albums.

 I picked up a guitar because of Kurt, and I'm sure many others did as well. He was like so many of us, in those angst-fueled days of high school. It was natural that I related to him. I was quiet, artistic, I read a lot, I wrote sad, depressing poetry, and I was the loner, odd [new] kid during most of my school years. All my high school friends were either pot-head stoner's, pock-marked head-banger's, outcasts and/or and future ultra-liberals and tree-huggers, but they were also all artistic and did amazing things that all the jocks and cheerleaders and preppies the next table over wished they had the talent to do. Like Kurt, they had the talent to live life the way they wanted...

Though things didn't end that way for Kurt.
In case you all have never had the nerve, or care to read it before today, here is a copy of the note found next to Kurt on that fateful day back in April, 1994. Love him or dismiss him, he was a soul that will be remembered.

[TEXT]
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 guity beyond words about these things.
For example when we're back stage and the lights go out and the manic roar of the crowds begins., it doesn't affect me the way in which it did for Freddie Mercury, who seemed to love, relish in the 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. It 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 enthusiasms 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 that 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 alter.
Please keep going Courtney, for Frances.
For her life, which will be so much happier without me.

I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU!

R.I.P. Kurt