Today (2/20) would've been Kurt Cobain's 52 birthday. I'll never forget the first time I heard Nirvana's music. Phil Puckett lived down the street from me growing up. He was a few years older and not always my first choice to hang out with in the hood, but he gave me cigarettes and had a great ear for music so I'd spend hours smokin' Marlboro Reds and hearing him talk about all his government conspiracy theories. While I knew he was a little bat s*#t crazy I was entertained by his stories. And his knack for picking out the new bands coming out of Seattle. Phil introduced me to SO many bands that ended up shaping my personal and professional music tastes today. It was the first time I can remember thinking "this is MY music." It wasn't the great classic rock artists my parents listened to like Boston, Led Zeppelin, The Who, etc. Those are still all great artists, but this was the first time the music was truly "speaking" to me and my generation. This song takes me right back to that time in my life. I close my eyes and I can smell the stale Marlboro Reds Phil used to smoke. THIS is my favorite Nirvana song. Rest in peace, Kurt.
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