This day 17 years ago a very soft-hearted and emotional individual left this earth forever. Some say it was suicide,some say it was murder, while others vouch for drug overdose. There was even one suicide note that told us that he had stopped having fun playing anymore and that he stopped getting  back from the crowd what he used to. He was immensely frank but his voice defined the generations of grunge that were to come.

I have growed up listening to him. The first song that I heard was smells like teen spirit. Profusely enthused with youthful energy it made me very happy listening to it. There are slower numbers too, like all apologies. His life was not happy, maybe because he had much more empathy than the people who surrounded him.

The exception being his daughter, who was just like him. And this was why he was scared about her, and mentioned it in his suicide note. Well, for me Kurt still lives, in the energetic stage shows, in our speakers, in the grunge pubs and in posters. He lives on as a legend. He sure did prove one point of his-“its better to burn out than to fade away”