Not sadness for a loss of life but a pang of nostalgia. That's how I felt when I heard about Chris Cornell's death.
The afternoon weather was rather relaxed. Rain cooled the air. We welcome this given what seemed like summer baking in infernal heat. Late lunch was made, served, had. Logged on to Netflix. Watched the stupid but nevertheless entertaining Stephen King novel-inspired Secret Window.
Peeked at Twitter (or returned to Twitter after a quick dip into life?). There the news was.
Whatever sadness I felt, it was directed towards the fans awaiting the band's next gigs. I know I can put myself in their shoes. I do love Soundgarden, though I may not have followed them as intently. Cornell's voice will remain — I don't see it within the context of gender or genre, it just is magnificent.
Naturally went on a binge—
My favorite
Quintessence of badassery
Missing this brand of loud
—Reminded of how grand, how badass Soundgarden and Chris Cornell were.
Many say the 90s is the best decade in music. We (didn't notice I typed 'we') had grunge, alternative, hip hop, the boybands and girl groups, and OPM going on; but I wasn't too conscious of it. Maybe because it wasn't that far from me yet, and because I am also genuinely enjoying the music today. Nineties Music hasn't 'been gone' to me. It's true, though. I listen to Sunshower, Like a stone, Spoonman, Blow up the outside world, Hunger Strike and how nice it is to hear those rough, heart-rending vocals, those drums and guitars again.
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Update: Reports say Cornell's cause of death is suicide. Now I'm sad and mad.
19 May 2017
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