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Published
New York : Riverhead Books 2003.
Language
English
Main Author
Kurt Cobain, 1967-1994 (-)
Edition
1st Riverhead trade pbk. ed
Item Description
"Includes new material"--Cover.
Physical Description
294 p. : ill. ; 28 cm
ISBN
9781573223591
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Review by Booklist Review

Reading a diary offers a thrilling--and dangerous--immediacy of access to the author's thoughts. When those private pages are published, however, the impersonality of typesetting and crisp margins holds us at a distance. This volume, culled from more than 20 spiral-bound journals the musician left behind after his 1994 death, brings us closer by using facsimile pages to present Cobain in his own uneven handwriting. There are diary entries, song lyrics, guitar chords, comic strips, letters, drafts of promotional material, and stream-of-consciousness scrawlings. Although they're so varied that it's hard to fill in a complete picture of the man, maybe that is the complete picture: a fragmented, immensely talented individual who was only able to put the pieces together during his cathartic, chaotic live performances. Some writings reflect his efforts to get early versions of Nirvana on track professionally, and others reveal his conflicting emotions at having succeeded in a musical milieu where success itself was often seen as the enemy. Some giveaways are entirely inadvertent--it's strangely touching that Cobain, who struggled with heroin addiction, couldn't even spell the word properly (he added an e on the end). With a Nirvana greatest-hits CD just hitting the stores after protracted legal wrangling between his widow and his former bandmates, there's bound to be a resurgence of interest in the straw-haired lost boy of alternative rock. But after reading his journals, you may conclude that the spotlight was the one thing this artist didn't need. KeirGraff.

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Review by Publisher's Weekly Review

These journal entries by Nirvana front man Cobain record his thoughts from the late 1980s until his suicide in 1994. There are no real answers to his death to be found in this collection of scrawled notes, first drafts of letters, shopping lists, and ballpoint pen drawings, although the nature of Cobain's fame will make it hard for readers not to look for them. At best, a series of intimate portraits emerge: a kid from high school; a cousin and neighbor; a bright, sensitive, fun-loving and morbid punk rocker who became spokesman for a generation he largely detested. Cobain's journals remind fans of how unlikely was his rise to fame: here was a kid from Aberdeen, dreaming of being in the next Meat Puppets, not the next Doors, who signed on with an independent label named SupPop, and ended up changing the course of commercial radio. Cobain's early letters to fellow rockers in the grunge scene also remind readers of how small and close that community was, and of the fairly incendiary politics it had developed through the Reagan years. For a true punk believer like Cobain, the loss of that community was also the loss of himself. (Nov.) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved

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Review by Library Journal Review

The question of how to package Cobain's journals (originally contained in more than 20 notebooks) became as important as whether they should be published. Courtney Love, Cobain's widow, ultimately decided to go with Riverhead, and her choice appears to have been a good one. Reproduced here are actual notebook pages, filled with the musician's drawings, thoughts, desires, moods, lists, and declarations, showcasing his many talents, as much as his penchant for morbidity, in an amalgamation of handwritings. While this collection offers another level of intimacy for fans who have already experienced the musician's life via records, news clippings, album art, and several biographies, no one involved with the project provides any context, and this absence is keenly felt. Notes are scattered and applied to things that are of little interest, while other confusing pieces are left without the slightest comment. Given Love's vigilance in all matters Nirvana and Cobain, it is surprising that she was not more hands-on here. Still, Journals remains a good complement to Charles R. Cross's Heavier Than Heaven, which references the notebooks, and a unique addition to popular music collections.-Rachel Collins, "Library Journal" (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

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If You Read You'll Judge (book casing, front) I feel there is a universal sense amongst our generation that everything has been said and done. True. But who cares it could still be fun to pretend. (p. 18) NIRVANA is from Olympia WA, 60 miles from Seattle. NIRVANAS Guitar/vocalist (Kurt Kobain) And Bass-(Chris Novoselic) lived in Aberdeen 150 miles from Seattle. Aberdeens population consists of Highly bigoted Redneck - snoose chewing - deer shooting, faggot killing - logger types who "Ain't to partial to weirdo New Wavers." (Chad) drums is from an island of Rich Kid - L.S.D. Abusers. my lyrics are a big pile of contradictions. theyre split down the middle between very sincere opinions and feelings that I have and sarcastic and hopefully - humorous rebuttles toward cliche-bohemian ideals that have been exhausted for years. (p. 44) NIRVANA CANT Decide whether they want to be Punk or R.E.M. Indecision can often at times kill a band and NIRVANA are suicidal. (p. 51) WORDS suck. I mean, every thing has been said. I cant remember the last real interesting conversation ive had in a long time. WORDS arent as important as the energy derived from music, especially live. (p. 59) I am threatened by ridicule I am overly conscience of the sincerity in my voice I like to have sex with people I love my parents yet I disagree with merely everything they stand for. I understand and appreciate the value of religion for others. My emotions are affected by music. punk rock means freedom I use bits and pieces of others personalities to form my own. (p. 95) "One of the main problems I have is that I feel like im being evaluated 24 hrs a day, Being in a band is hard work and the acclaim itself just isnt worth it unless you still like playing And I do god how I do love playing live, its the most primal form of energy release you can share with other people besides having sex or taking drugs. (p. 107) Rock and Roll: 30 years = Exhauted! AH the good old days! The NOW generation: unaware recession, Technology finally caught up with us. Hip hop/RAP?=for the time being. yes good at least original; exhausted in 3 years. women? Yes. oppressed from chance since beginning. probably some ideas left in an unsaturated vagina. Record store chains and Radio play it safe, target audience, what sells, were completely at their mercy-it used to be the other way around. Djs: get into Real estate! (p. 129) "Punk is musical freedom. It's saying, doing and playing what you want. Nirvana means feedom from pain and suffering in the external world and thats close to my definition of punk rock," exclaims guitarist Kurt Kobain. (p. 156) Yeah I know I am a confused, uneducated, walking cliche but I don't need to be inspired any longer, just supported. (p. 169) There is a small percentage of the population who were BORN with the ability to detect injustice. they have Tendencies to question injustice and to look for answers in ways that would be considered abnormal (by the oppressor's standards). They have Tendencies and talents in the sense that they know from an early age that they have the gift to challenge what is expected for their future. (p. 173) This is not to be taken seriously. This is not to be read as opinions. This is to be read as poetry. Its obvious that I am on the educated level of about 10th grade in High school. Its obvious that these words were not thought out or even re-read. this writing style is what I like to call thru the perspective of a 10th grader, her/his attempt at showing that no matter what level of intelligence one is on, we all question love and lack of love and fear of love. (p. 175) I wish there was someone I could ask for advice. someone who wouldn't make me feel like a creep for spilling my guts and trying to explain all the insecurities that have plagued me for oh, about 25 years now. I wish someone could explain to me why exactly I have no desire to learn anymore why I used to have so much energy and the need to search for miles and weeks for anything new and different. (p. 189) Sometimes I wonder if I could very well be the luckiest boy in the world. (p. 192) Id be better off if I kept my mouth shut. (p. 194) Seven months ago I chose to put myself in a position which requires the highest form of responsibility a person can have. A responsibility that should not be dictated. . . . Everytime I see a television show that has dying children or seeing a testimonial by a parent who recently lost their child I cant help but cry. The thought of losing my baby haunts me every day. . . . I will fight to my death to keep the right to provide for my child. (p. 213) All that pot. all that supposedly unaddictive, harmless, safe reefer that damaged my nerves and ruined my memory and made me feel like wanting to blow up the prom. and the patience to play guitar for 5 hours every day after school. and to sleep during the day when I should have paid a bit more attention to my studies. (p. 223) Oh lord the guilt of success. during the past two years I have slowly come to the conclusion that I do not want to die. . . . Is it egotistical to talk about myself like this? I guess this song is for my father who is incapable of communicating at a level of affection in which I have always expected (pp. 225-226) NIRVANA will put out a couple of more brilliant albums on their own terms and then become frustrated with being so close to general public acceptance and so financially in debt, that they will eventually result in releasing spineless dance music like Gang of four. (p. 263) I made about 5 million dollars last year. . . . Ill be able to sell my untalented, very un-genious ass for years based on my cult status. (p. 267) I remember someone saying if you try heroine once you'll become hooked. Of course I laughed and scoffed at the idea but I now believe this to be very true. (p. 278) REWARD IF FOUND Excerpted from Journals by Kurt Cobain Copyright © 2002 by Kurt Cobain Excerpted by permission. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.