Twenty Years ago today, or some other day recently, 3 guys from Seattle called Nirvana released a seminal album that changed the face of music forever… or so everyone in Seattle seem to think. I for one was an angry 13-year-old Californian who had just recently shed the shackles of some pretty helacious neck gear and was ready to rock out to the likes of “Polly” and “On a Plane” (that neck gear really hampered your head banging). This was truly the end of the 80’s, big hair, tight pants, and good drugs, and the start of 90’s, stringy/greasy hair, baggy pants, and drugs that made you die or feel sleepy – and it was a confusing time for all.
Couldn’t we just consume stuff and be greedy and listen to some great pop music?
Nirvana told us no, we should hate ourselves and be morose. There seems to be some parallels to where we are today as a society — with the shine wearing off the idea of conspicuous consumption….
I remember thinking at the time that Curt Cobain sure dressed like a weirdo. So what am I doing 20 years later… dressing my one year old daughter up like Cobain – albeit with a bit of neon flair.