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It’s been 20 years since Nirvana’s Nevermind album and its breakthrough single, “Smells Like Teen Spirit,” were released. The scrawny corpse of Kurt Cobain, the Man Who Refused to Be Marketed, is being repackaged and remarketed, with Nevermind now reissued in multiple commemorative editions of escalating cost and pointlessness.
As with everything Cobain-related, the predictable slop-puddle of fawning encomiums and immature ejaculations have squirted forth from the bespectacled, beta-male rock critics that Kurt, in his quest to forever change the music industry, neglected to slay. For two decades running, she-men who look like this have tossed tossed the most absurdly hyperbolic verbal hosannas at the incurably self-pitying junkie as if he actually had redeeming personal qualities. Michael Calderone (pictured in the far left of that lineup), without a trace of irony, once wrote that “Kurt Cobain’s suicide was our generation’s Kennedy assassination.” Gil Kaufman (second from left) equated Cobain’s suicide with “the Challenger and Columbia Space Shuttle explosions, the riots following the Rodney King verdict, [and] the September 11, 2001 terror attacks….”
In language usually reserved for the likes of Jesus Christ and Gandhi, we are reassured of Cobain’s “significance,” his “importance,” his “idealism and truth and…honor,” and how Nevermind “spoke to a generation” and “changed the world.” Oh—and unlike Axl Rose, who until Cobain’s advent was the world’s biggest rock star, Kurt “didn’t bait blacks and gays.” (Axl Rose hated blacks so much, he only allowed half a black dude in his band.)
It’s not as if Cobain didn’t leave a huge mark—Nirvana has sold over 50 million albums, and in 2006 Cobain temporarily eclipsed Elvis Presley for the coveted crown of being the world’s highest-earning dead celebrity. What’s debatable is whether his effect on pop culture is worth celebrating.
Seemingly within hours of Nevermind’s release, all the poodle-haired, spandex-constricted 1980s glam bands were jobless. The hairspray and shampoo industries suffered tremendous losses, offset by the instantaneous resurrection of the flannel-shirt and thrift-store sectors. Whereas rock songs had focused on hot chicks with large breasts, lyrical themes shifted to depressed twits with sunken chests. Unkempt junkies yarled and warbled and yowled about heroin, depression, and how they were depressed they couldn’t find more heroin. Somehow, this all gave “new life” to rock music.
Cobain, with his endless tut-tutting and pooh-poohing of “racism, sexism, and homophobia,” was the John the Baptist of Emasculated White Pop Icons. Forevermore, it would be only testosterone-addled, tattoo-spackled, buffed-out, Glock-toting black hip-hop stars—or the occasional white guy from Detroit wearing cultural blackface—who were tasked with peddling racism, sexism, and homophobia through pop music.
What influenced this towheaded product of misty Aberdeen, WA, to become so influential? It appears that the most formative experience of Cobain’s youth was his parents’ divorce when he was nine. His broken family broke his spirit, allegedly causing the budding bard of bummed-out lyrics to scrawl on his bedroom wall:
I hate mom
I hate Dad
Dad hates Mom
Mom hates Dad
It simply makes you want to be so sad.
In 1993, Cobain told an interviewer, “I desperately wanted to have the classic, you know, typical family. Mother, father. I wanted that security, so I resented my parents for quite a few years because of that.”
Such situations typically present two options: You can spend your life trying to heal the wounds, or you can keep wounding yourself and pretend that it’s pretty.
Undersized and whiny, Cobain found himself a misfit during high school. He claimed his classmates repeatedly beat him up and called him a “faggot.” He said such experiences gave him a “real hatred for the average American macho male.” In retaliation, he’d spray-paint things such as HOMO SEX RULES and GOD IS GAY on vehicles and buildings in Aberdeen. Although he said he was biologically attracted to women, he would hang with gay friends and “pretend I was gay just to fuck with people.” After becoming a rock star, he would perform in dresses, kiss his bass player Krist Novoselic onstage, write lyrics that claimed “everyone is gay,” and utter inanities such as “I am not gay, although I wish I were, just to piss off homophobes.” In diaries that were later released in book form, he said that all homophobes should endure forced vasectomies.
Much of his political indoctrination occurred after high school when he moved to Olympia, WA, breeding ground of a virulent strain of testicle-smashing pop-culture feminism known as the “riot grrrl” movement. Olympia was where Cobain, according to a biographer, “had found his true artistic muse,” allowing him to augment his anti-heterosexual militance with the cold twin prongs of anti-white and anti-male militance. It apparently slipped Kurt’s mind that through it all, he remained a heterosexual white male.
Kurt entwined his hairy armpits with those of the riot grrrls in hating men. He would write, “never met a wise man…if so it’s a woman.” Ironically, he eventually married and bred with Courtney Love, a woman whose very existence justifies misogyny.
Excerpts from his personal journals reveal someone who had not only found a safe haven from Aberdeen’s purportedly racist inbred jocks and was now able to live and let live—he called for his former tormentors’ extinction. He joyously indulged in the sort of totalitarian misfit revenge fantasies that stain so much of leftist psychology:
Yeah, all -isms feed off one another, but at the top of the food chain is still the white, corporate, macho, strong ox male. Not redeemable as far as im concerned….I am in absolute and total support of…full scale violently organized, terrorist-fueled revolution….It would be nice to see the gluttons become so commonly hunted down that eventually they will either submit to the opposite of their ways or be scared shitless to ever leave their homes….Arm yourself, find a representative of Gluttony or oppression and blow the motherfuckers head off….And the hairy, sweaty, macho, sexist dickheads will soon drown in a pool of razorblades and semen, stemmed from the uprising of their children.
It didn’t matter that this animal-rights activist collected animal porn and killed a cat while a teenager. It didn’t matter he postured himself as a feminist even though he’d molested a retarded girl, or, according to lifelong friend Dylan Carlson, privately continued referring to women as “bitches.”
It’s what he symbolized that was important. Cobain became a hero to a generation of kids who’d also felt picked-on in high school but, even far into adulthood, never seemed able to get past the trauma. He was an alienated innocent who helped hordes of alienated people feel like they fit in while still being alienated, yet all together at the same time as puzzle pieces in some ill-conceived mass movement.
Nor, in an upside-down milieu that glorified destruction and deconstruction, did it matter to them that he was a junkie. He had a lot of pain to deal with, so it was OK if he kept running and running and running from it. According to his apologists, he spent his adult life “battling drug addiction,” which is a gentle way of saying he “did lots and lots of drugs.”
Who causes more demonstrable human suffering—the average “racist,” “sexist,” and “homophobe” that Kurt Cobain sought to exterminate, or your typical scab-covered, money-scamming junkie lowlife? There are exceptions—some people can handle their heroin while others can’t handle their racism—but when it comes to systemic damage, I’d say junkies do more harm to themselves and those around them.
When Kurt Cobain died, his blood contained what an investigator described as “three times a lethal dose” of heroin, even for a seasoned user. When he left this world, he left behind a nineteen-month-old daughter. He left her with a woman that everyone I know who’s known her—and they are legion—describes as a malignant tumor in human form. Permanently damaged by a broken home, Kurt’s self-involved emotional pain overrode any concerns that he’d leave his own daughter in a broken home. And he left his hordes of delusional fans, maladjusted kids and emotionally arrested adults whom he’d helped to feel not quite so alone, feeling alone again.
In the song “Stay Away” on Nevermind, Cobain sang that he’d “rather be dead than cool.”
He got his wish.
(Written in 2011. You can buy Jim Goad’s books—each one signed by the author—HERE.)
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Heh. We miss you, Jim.
This shouldn’t have been laugh out loud funny in parts, but it was.
There is a good chance, the character of Sam Loudermilk was based on Jim Goad.
As a Gen Xer I am mostly happy with my generation and occasionally indulge in boomer hate in less sober moments. But as a rock fan I know that there was a better Olympia band than Nirvana, called Strange, and they were classic boomer hippies, one a born-again Christian, another an acidhead, and the rest just normal middle class highschool band kids. They made an album in the 70s and had it pressed locally. Despite its sometimes lofi crummy sound, there are some real, classic songs on it, faux epics with French horn (!) about things like riding a bus for hours to visit friends for a few minutes and then having to take the bus back. Nirvana must have known about Strange, and I wonder if any of Strange rubbed off on them.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=DQQwxMwRXjo&t=33s&pp=ygUWc3RyYW5nZSBzb3V2ZW5pciBhbGJ1bQ%3D%3D
If you got no patience for an album, this song is one of their best:
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=5aGGbsv_d4g&list=PLG-InimcgCwOCm1NGx6XG1mbY-7mbT6tt&index=9&pp=iAQB8AUB
I like “Twelve Boats,” and will have to listen to the others too. Thanks for taking the time to share those.
I heard Kurt Cobain read Answer Me magazine. Maybe ironically? He was a misanthrope, perhaps more so than he was an ideologue. (I also think Jim Goad is a misanthrope, perhaps more so than he is an ideologue.)
Cobain’s justification for heroin use was that it stopped his chronic stomach problems. As someone with those same complaints, I sympathize. The active ingredient in Immodium AD is the same that’s in heroin, I’ve read. A while ago I read a medical journal case study about a dumb or desperate junkie without a dealer who had heard that Immodium was “like” heroin, and took 500 Immodium capsules at once, or some ridiculous number like that. There were no adverse side effects after this megadosage except constipation, the article deadpanned.
Imodium is also an opioid. There’s less of a high than heroin I imagine, different opioids interact with different opioid receptors and/or express at the receptor differently, but yes all opioids slow the gut down. I have heard these stories of people abusing Imodium, seeking to get high.
Hard to know the truth. Junkies create all kinds of justifications for themselves. It could be what he said afterwards.
And the rest…You see this a lot. People who are quite talented and able musically, but hold dreadful political views.
What I hate is sometimes when you find out what the lyrics to a song you liked actually, and it transforms how you see the song. Great melody, great riffs delivering pure poz or libtardism. Sometimes it’s better not to know what the lyrics are.
I still can’t figure out the “Orange Crush” song. I guess it’s about Orange Crush?
I had to look it up. The R.E.M song ? It’s apparently an anti war song, referring to Agent Orange. They say it went under the radar somewhat at the time. Probably not the worst offender.
Thinking about it, I guess lyrics can be open to the listener’s interpretation anyway (if they can be gleaned at all), and the song develops its own meaning to the listener. It’s when you read years later what the song was ‘meant’ to be about it can suuuuuuccck big time. In those cases it’s really best not to know.
Kurt was friends with Buzz Osbourne, who is the lead singer of The Melvins. I read an interview where he talked about being friends with Kurt Cobain. He said that Kurt Cobain did not have this stomach ailment that he claimed to have had. According to Osbourne, he told people that he used heroine to treat chronic nausea. According to Osbourne, Cobain told that lie because he thought people would be less judgmental about his drug use.
In defense of Courtney Love as an artist, listen to Hole’s excellent Alice Cooper-ish hard rock song “Teenage Whore.” At the end, the narrator (Courtney? Autobiographical?) exposes herself as a shallow materialist, not a rape/abuse/etc. victim. “I wanted that shirt, and I wanted those pants.” That’s why the narrator of the song became a whore, because her mom’s stingy allowance didn’t allow her enough to buy hip expensive duds. Many cases of this.
I was a sycophant of Cobain’s in college. Now that I’m an adult with children, it is cringe to me that I liked this guy. Cobain was a child in a man’s body. He was a praiser of homosexuality and he stated that he loathed anything masculine. Not a masculine role model to look up to.
Your assessment of Cobain is good. Kurt epitomized the left coast variety of arrogant, self pitying, feminine cowardly freaks who are the garbage of the white gene pool. It was really no surprise and also quite entertaining to learn of his demise. Go to any hipster bar or restaurant and they are full of these spiteful malignant mutants. If only we could figure out how to identify and sequester them…
The irony is that Nirvana and their grunge contemporaries all presented as much more traditionally masculine than the hair metal bands they supplanted. Flannel shirts, Chuck Taylors or work boots, no makeup or hairspray. I’m not sure how to square that circle?
The 80s / 90s were a much weirder time than we previously thought.
“Weirder than we thought.”
Yes, in 1992 when the flannel-wearing kids stormed the stage at a Dio-led Black Sabbath concert and took it over, I thought I was seeing a new white rock mob, like with Grand Funk Railroad at Shea Stadium in 1971 and at Tampa with Led Zeppelin in 1973. Alas, it was not to be, Spice Girls came in 1997 and it was all gone.
Early metal bands ─ before the genre was overwritten by thrash, and mosh-pit trash, or Marilyn Manson types actually bringing sex toys to shows ─ wore stage costumes and theatrical makeup.
The Grunge generation at best presented like Seattle kids pretending to play instruments in their Mom’s garage, or homeless people and junkies with domestic and childhood development issues. In the ’80s, Bryan Adams or Bruce Springsteen might have sported a working-class shtick, but with the Grungetards of the ’90s, one got the impression that they simply could not afford costumes or laundry expenses.
I saw Black Sabbath at an Oz Fest in Phoenix on New Year’s Eve 1998 ─ which was cool because, nothing against the late great Ronnie James Dio who fronted after they fired Ozzy for alcoholism, but here it was a reunion with the four original members ─ Ozzy, Geezer, Iommi and including the original drummer, Bill Ward who must’ve gotten a “signable contract” that time.
Anyway, Black Sabbath was the finale around Midnight and they were awesome. The only other band in the whole Oz Fest lineup that was any good in my opinion was Megadeth.
Mostly nobody went there caring about the music; they just drank overpriced beer all night long until they were pissing-down drunk and needing a ride back to the Reservation. I don’t remember any Blacks going to Oz Fests.
The younger White or Hispanics, street-dressed like hooligans, literally built a bonfire in the mosh-pit of the venue ─ which was a giant astrodome in downtown Phoenix owned by a big corporate bank for ball teams. The juveniles would not desist with the arson and vandalism, even though the electricity for one of the opening acts was cut off for a little while until the fire marshal just gave up. Scores of cops, but they were not there to manhandle delinquents. The venue management did not host anything resembling a Rock concert at that facility again for years because the mosh-pit fire damage repair cost was so severe.
That was one of the last concerts that I’ve bothered to go to since, because even if you want to see a band that you acually like, the people that attend them now suck.
In 1978, when I saw a comparatively-new band named Rush, who were opened by a somewhat-past-their-prime heavy metal founder called Uriah Heep, the worst that happened was people smoked dope and enjoyed the music and spectacle in a mello mind-manifesting state. Yeah, the musicians were long-haired weirdos wearing polyester body suits like Geddy Lee, Alex Lifeson, and Neil Peart, but I would not describe them as in any way effeminate.
In the day, a Detroit-born local Phoenix bloke named Vincent Furnier went to L.A. to get his start playing in dives and adopting a girl’s stage name without anything more feminine than theatrical makeup and a costume like John Travolta wore to discos.
While it was not hard to believe that David Bowie was or might be Bisexual, the Alice Cooper act turned into a sort of hypermasculine Rock and Horror-themed shocks-travaganza that was a lot of fun ─ and definitely without the overt “Transylvanian transvestism” or actual genderbending of the Tim Curry character that literally attracts Gay patrons throwing toast in old theaters to this day. Now an aging Boomer of 77 years, Alice Cooper is often seen attending charity and golf events around the Phoenix metropolitan area.
Some of the showy Hair Metal bands of the 1980s like Mötley Crüe were literally surrounded by “Baywatch babes” and surely became parodies of themselves, but I never gathered any impression that they were actually effeminate. Plus, there was a light year’s worth of difference between “Hair Metal” like Dokken and “MTV Glam” like Culture Club, famously made fun of by Dire Straits. At least I don’t think they were saying that Boy George was a chick magnet.
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Takin’ me back, man, back in the day … lol. I grew up on so many of those bands (hated Culture Club and all that faggy shit, though I’ve come to have more respect for Dire Straits in recent years; Mark Knopfler could really play the ‘geetar’). I utterly hated 90s grunge, all of it, the sound as well as the lefty/pre-antifa politics. 60s-80s was the golden age of rock.
I had read a few articles about his behavior on tour. I can’t remember if it was someone in management, a roadie, or some other crew member, none the less, Cobain used to complain about jocks attending his concerts. He would see athletic looking white males in the audience and complain about it later. After I read that I was thinking that he should have looked at it differently. He should have gotten a kick out of the fact that the siblings and children of the people who looked down on him in school, are now making him wealthy.
And I’ll never get over or see the “artistry” behind that disgusting nevermind cover.
Same here. And Cobain stupidly made the argument that if you are against the nude baby on the cover then you must be a closeted Pedo. It’s like the vapid argument that if you are against homos then you must be a secret homo yourself. In a healthy society, Nirvana would have been charged and jailed for publishing that cover.
Cobain and grunge was really the death nell of the remnants of the free-spirited culture of Boomers (sex, drugs, and rock and roll). Unlike the boomer entertainment with its revelry and sex-obsession, Gen X entertainment was more introspective and Dostoevsky-esque with its focus on mental anguish and the human condition. The Gen Xer ‘s pain was definitely on display with songs like Black Hole Sun, Angry Chair, and Serve the Servant. It’s quite obvious the pain the boomers placed on their Gen x children. When a musician died young, you can tell if they were a boomer or a Gen xer by they way they died—the Boomer died of drugs and partying, the Gen xer commited suicide (Cobain, Bennington, Staley, Cornell.)
Good point. The Boomers grew up in a sane, ordered society shaped by old school, pre-mass media age values and so had enough cultural inheritance to “burn” with happy hedonism and explorative “self-actualization”. Later generations can envy them.
It’s hard to imagine now, but even their vices/drugs/degeneracy were generally more “innocent” and humane than what their counterparts in Gen X experienced. Not due to any special trait of their ideology and character, but simply because cultural decline is always gradual and so the first big step away from historical normality – i.e. the 1950s that the Left-leaning Boomers were rebelling against in the 60s – can only take you so far.
When Nevermind came out (1991) I was one year out of high school; hanging out with friends was life itself to me. I had a navy blue Ford Escort with a large portable radio (refuse to say “boom box”) connected by cable to its cigarette lighter, since buying eight D batteries every third day was out of the question. This cassette got a lot of play in that thing.
Thirty-four years later, the music does not speak to me in the slightest, unlike much music from my younger days still does. Those early 90s really were the beginning of this particular cycle of cultural rot and ruin.
The cover art of Nevermind was unforgettable. The grown man, who was on the cover as the baby, after an initial failed court case is trying to sue for damages. The emotional 😭 damages beget emotional damages and never end…
Great line: “allowing him to augment his anti-heterosexual militance with the cold twin prongs of anti-white and anti-male militance.”
“Ford Escort” Ha! Remember K cars and Yugos? That was some hideous crap. Even if cars today are boring, at least they’re not ugly like that. I remember as late as 1989 seeing cars like 1970 Monte Carlos and 1960s Malibus driving around, and thinking “why does my generation have to drive nerd cars like Escorts, Fairmonts, and K cars”? Cobain’s dad was a car mechanic, so maybe his angst was car based… Nah, that’s a stretch.
I first saw Nirvana on Saturday Night Live in early 1992, and with some classic sloppy shtick they played a couple of their one-trick pony songs, after which they destroyed the instruments. They probably thought they were the first to think of that. Gen-Xers are nothing if not clever.
Nirvana‘s 1991 album cover looked a bit like kiddie porn, so I wondered how they got away with that. Maybe it wasn’t even a real photograph.
Anyway, like a lot of stuff, Nirvana was over-played on the radio, and I soon decided that I hated this Seattle Grunge bit. I never liked Punk, but Grunge at least had the saving grace that it was not Rap.
In the Spring of 1994, when we heard that the shampoo-challenged Kurt Cobain had committed suicide, Unplugged rival Eddie Vedder gave something like a primal “Noooooo!”
I thought, “No is right. Now we’ll never hear the last of that guy.”
I had to remove MTV from my saved channels.
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I read an interview with Courtney Love’s mother. She said that she took Courtney to 3 psychologists when Courtney was a teenager. All three of them said that there wasn’t anything that could be done with Courtney.
I never liked Kurt Cobein. 1. Dressing like a homeless person, young people should dress in a sexually appealing way. 2. He was a junkie and a confused degenerate. 3. I always liked the subject matter – knights, dragons, old books, magic. Of the more well-known bands, I liked DiO. I always found Kurt and his themes too superficial and pushed by the mainstream and MTV. His themes don’t resonate with me.
I saw Dio five times over the years. I saw him on the Sacred Heart tour, the stage set up was a medieval theme. He had a castle with a fire breathing dragon on top that shot lasers out of its eyes. The dragon was from the neck up. He had two mechanical knights, one on each side of the stage. The knights had a mock battle with the dragon. The knights shot laser beams out of their swords toward the dragon. The dragon would swing its head at one of the knights and shoot lasers at it, then it would swing its head to the other side of the stage and shoot lasers at the other knight. I didn’t care that non-metal heads thought that it had a Spinal Tap aspect to it. I thought that it was a good compliment to the music.
It’s true. Dio had the best show of all the bands. I recommend the new documentary about Dio – Dreamers never die (2022). I went to see it in the cinema, it’s possible I’ll write a review for CC. Musically, I like more Temnozor, Nokturnal Mortum, Blood Axis, Boyd Rice.
Dio was my first ever concert, 1984 Last in Line tour. Orange Pavillion San Bernardino. Good Times!
Blood Axis and Boyd Rice? That’s more like it! I remember getting into that sort of thing when I was dissatisfied with the ‘alternative’ rock of the 90’s. As a Gen-X 1969-er I absorbed a heck of a lot of post-punk, goth and indie chart rock from England, but in the early 90’s there was none of that left. I heard “McVarna” (that’s what I call them) and thought it was awful shite, along with the rest of the dishevelled bunch of American stuff that was served up at the same time. About as ‘alternative’ as Bob Seeger.
I do prefer Boyd’s writing and spoken word over his ‘noise’ music and I particularly like the Wolf Pact he did with Douglas and Albin and ‘Alarm Agents’ with Death In June. Boyd’s book of collected writings is very good, if you can still get it. Albin’s best work was “The Moon Lay Hidden Beneath A Cloud”, which is one of my all time favourites. I could go on, but I’ll sigh off now.
Go ahead. Finally, my man! I just listened to The Moon Lay Hidden Beneath A Cloud yesterday, corresponding with friends from Albin Julius in Austria. I quite like his Der Blutharsch. Two weeks ago I received a book from Boyd Rice: The Vessel of God. I am going to read this book. This is music and literature to my taste!
Hello again.
Not too fussed on the ol’ Dio, but I certainly like Sabbath.
I first heard of Albin when I bought DI6’s ‘Take Care And Control’ disc back in 1998. I asked myself, “Who is that fellow drinking wine with Doug in the pool?” Good photos. Then I checked out his other projects. Got a bit tired of Der Blut when they turned into a crappy rock band. So what happened to Albin? I haven’t been able to find out anything. Myself and a few mates ended up in a pub after a DI6 show having a booze-up, and Albin turned up! He told a bloody funny joke that I can’t remember and was quite a witty raconteur.
That Boyd Rice book sounds good. Have you seen the movie ‘Pearls Before Swine’ starring Boyd? It was filmed in Australia in the mid 90’s. If you haven’t seen it, I’m tellin’ ya; you’ll love it! It’s a naughty vehicle for Mr Intolerance himself.
I listened to ‘Waldteufel’ the other night. Lovely weird Germanic neo-something via Oregon.
All the best!
I haven’t seen this film yet, but several people have recommended Pearls Before Swine to me. I have to get hold of this film. The director of this film, Richard Wolstencroft, occasionally comments on articles on Counter-currents. Albin Julius died on May 4, 2022, which is a shame, as I liked the guy and his music.
Nokturnal Mortum’s The Voice of Steel is one of the greatest black metal albums in history from a nationalist band that knows what the score is, Knjaz Varggoth more than anyone. Germany’s Ruins of Beverast is black metal for the thinking man.
I saw the best lineup of my generation at the Beacon Theater in New York in 1990: Warrior Soul, Danzig, Soundgarden. Danzig had their drummer, the Black Flag drummer Chuck Biscuits, perched on a giant water buffalo head, like 12 feet tall. It interfered with his job, though, because he could not get visual cues from his bandmates because the horns were in the way. At least once, I saw a roadie deliver messages to and from Biscuits and the others. This was reallife Spinal Tap.
Another one was being at the US Military Academy to see Sonic Youth and Neil Young in winter 1991. The cadets were given priority with free front row and box seating. When Sonic Youth serenaded them with “War Pigs,” they went crazy and started jumping and down and fistpumping. It was surreal because as my friend and I left the West Point campus after the show, the car radio said the first air strikes of what came to be known as Desert Storm were being delivered.
Not young by any means but England’s Voices and Akercocke pull the gentleman-in-suits look off quite well. Couldn’t hurt if more musicians looked like Greg Puciato or Doyle from Misfits as well.
(Axl Rose hated blacks so much, he only allowed half a black dude in his band.) It’s not as if Cobain didn’t leave a huge mark—Nirvana has sold over 50 million albums, and in 2006 Cobain temporarily eclipsed Elvis Presley for the coveted crown of being the world’s highest-earning dead celebrity. What’s debatable is whether his effect on pop culture is worth celebrating.
I’m a ’47 model so a Boomer, if you wish — subjected to Jewish-driven pop counterculture culture like everyon else of our generation. But my racial instincts were intact, despite having Negro Motown pop music forced on us. I’ve never once purchased so much as one record in my life, other than some Classical audiotapes in the early ’90s.
So I say pop culture is not worth celebrating or even discussed, if it does not represent our own values. As for “popular” celebrities, this essay explains the value of celebrities of pop culture today, as opposed to heroes: Of Heroes and Celebrities | National Vanguard
[T]he new idol in popular culture is the “celebrity.” And what is a celebrity? Well, it is simply someone who is famous for being well-known. One does not have to actually accomplish anything to be a celebrity — much less risk one’s life! Simply accumulate followers on social media and get mentioned on TMZ, and voila! — you are now at the pinnacle of the social pyramid.
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Dominic Fox: May 4, 2025 The Boomers grew up in a sane, ordered society shaped by old school, pre-mass media age values... Later generations can envy them… even their vices/drugs/degeneracy were generally more “innocent” and humane than what their counterparts in Gen X experienced… [C}ultural decline is always gradual and so the first big step away from historical normality – i.e. the 1950s that the Left-leaning Boomers were rebelling against in the 60s – can only take you so far.
Left-leaning Boomers, eh? Gen Xers should be required to read this by Dr. Pierce from 28 years ago to learn what helped to destroy the “sane, ordered society” that we Boomers had inherited: Allen Ginsberg: Media Model for America’s Youth | National Vanguard And further discussion of exactly went on with other so-called counterculture Jew leaders besides Ginsberg, like Rubin and Hoffman: A Fine Whodunit | National Vanguard. You want more: Pornography as Jewish Activism and Terrorism, part 1 | National Vanguard
Many Jewish pornographers and scholars openly admit that Jews engage in the production and dissemination of pornography to subvert and destroy Gentile culture.
Kurt Comain? all I know about him: a disturbed heroin addict defined by the word “grunge,” married to a Jewess, and who eventially committed suicide. My opinion is that those 50 million people who purchased Cobain’s albums are not likely White racial separatists. Maybe some will eventually become serious White racial loyalists?
Thanks Jim.
Cobain, with all of his problems, was a brilliant, and I mean a brilliant, and gifted songwriter. He was also a, and of course it’s subjective, pretty phenomenal guitar player, but that’s it.
The entertainment industry in the U.S., as we all know, is run by the satanic tribe, who also runs just about everything else of course. So they turn these talented artists into something they’re not; ‘saviors of their generation,’ ‘legends’, ‘super geniuses’, and the list goes on. They do this of course because it helps them to sell and keep selling, and selling for years and years an image along with some good music, and fashionable merchandise.
Cobain was a Beatles fanatic, he admitted in an interview that he stole as much as he could from them, and it’s easily heard in his songs. He also at some point admitting being bisexual.
I’m a songwriter and believe me, it’s no easy task writing a good one, let alone recording it and then selling millions of copies of it.
I guess with all of the physical, mental, addiction, and all of the other problems he had, it just overwhelmed him to the point of suicide when, with all the money he had, he could have sought about the best medical care in the world.
A shame.
For mainstream musicians, Metallica’s James Hetfield, as a pure songwriter has many of his contemporaries beat even if they loathe anything of theirs post-1988. One of the better lyricists as well.
Yes Uncle S. Hetfeild is a very good songwriter. Great band Metallica. All those guys are amazing musicians.
It’s interesting that all of those California bands from the 80’s & 90’s, were all heavily influenced by the Beatles, and the Who. In the case of Metallica, also classical. Lot’s of Beethoven with them.
After the Beatles broke up, they never in their solo careers, wrote anything half as good as the stuff they wrote in the Beatles imho. I’ve always believed that’s because it was George Martin who put all of those songs together. Martin was of course classically trained. So whatever deal they all worked out with him, we’ll never know. And of course he, and Glynn Johns recorded it all.
Nirvana, Sound Garden, Pearl Jam, Metallica, Sublime, STP, even Mudd Honey, and other west coast bands, came very close, or even at times surpassed the Beatles in songwriting. “Black Hole Sun”, by Sound Garden/Chris Cornell, is a Beatles song. You can definitely hear Ringo singing that one. And it’s an amazing tune.
So, the Jew John Landau was way off when he professed that Bruce Springsteen was the future of Rock ‘n’ Roll. After the 80’s, Bruce with his gravely voice and under bite, not only didn’t get better, he got worse. If anyone was the future of Rock ‘n’ Roll, it was the 80’s west coast bands. Bruce is the Fred Flinstone of rock ‘n’ roll.
Landau and six other Jews started and own the bullshit Rock ‘n’ Roll Hall of Fame btw.
In general, GenXers are my favorite Whites. They don’t tend to be anywhere near as messed up as either Boomers or Millennials (I am a Millennial) let alone the horrors of GenZ
Even someone as mentally ill, pro-gay, and anti-white as Cobain was, still married a White woman and had a daughter. He had a remaining semblance of the societal expectations that when you hit your 20s, it’s time to devote your life to someone else and continue your lineage — what was taken for granted and expected from the beginning of America to about the 1980s/early-1990s.
GenXers appreciate the art of the past, along with the present. They see Casablanca as just as important as Pulp Fiction. They see Frank Sinatra as equally important as Metallica. They just have this incredible lens to not limit themselves, and to understand and appreciate the quality of any and all things.
GenXers are beginning to get older, but the youngest one is only 46, and the oldest one is 59. They’re old enough to be taken seriously, and they have another two decades or so to lead the charge of something great — and hey have the remaining personal experience of the old America in which to reflect their basis….Something Millennials barely had after kindergarten
Thanks, Ian. I am at the older edge of Gen X and sometimes I think there is a blur between me and the younger boomers. But then something happens and I’ll see that even if they are only two years older than me they will be, judging from their expressed opinions, living in an another world. They don’t understand Jewish and black privilege, for example. They poopoo it like it’s nothing important, even when they themselves can see it and are sensibly racist.
Millennial here, I agree that Gen Xers were better by any number of metrics.
I only ever liked the Unplugged album. I still listen to it every once in awhile.
There was certain raw power in the Nirvana songs that you can only understand, if you were 15 (like me) when Nevermind came out. I don´t think that the music has aged especially well, though.
Cobain was a young guy who didn´t have time to grow up. You have to be in serious pain to shoot yourself in the head with a shotgun.
Kurt,with all of his problems,was murdered & did not commit suicide. As someone who was 15 in 1991 & into underground music 3 yrs before Nevermind blew up,I resented their anti-White Male schtick even back then. The 90’s were a living Hell, everything is much healthier now as opposed to the riot grrrl feminist hip hop decade.
Still,we should pray for his Soul given he was murdered and didn’t have time to wake up from his Communist slumber.
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