Author: Kurt Cobain
Page Count/Review Word Count: 280
This review is an interesting one – as you may know, I was a huge Nirvana fan in my youth. I even changed my name to ‘Dane Cobain‘, because it was my alias as a writer and my username online, and everyone that I knew already either thought it was my name or used it as such anyway.
Nowadays, I’m no more of a Nirvana fan than the next man – I used to be able to play around thirty songs on guitar, now I can only remember three of them. I feel like that gives me the ability to look at the journals with an unbiased, level head.
Kurt Cobain’s Journals aren’t great, but they’re pretty damn good – of most interest, of course, is the rare glimpse in to the inner workings of his soul. No-one really understood him, despite legions of teenage girls who would argue otherwise, and this is as close as any of us are going to get. Although you can still see his soul in his music. Not that I believe in souls as anything other than a metaphor.
One of the joys of the journals is that you can flip through at random and dip in and out as and when you feel like it, but it’s still not off-limits for the serious/obsessive reader (like myself) to read the whole thing from cover to cover. There is one slight (and selfish) downside, though – Kurt’s journals make me realise how dull my own journals are in comparison. Note to self: Learn to draw before you die. Three years to go…