Overheard
Late last night in the tiny Honors Bar, in the converted elementary school hotel in Portland, we got into a conversation with our Ecuadorian bartender who had been trained as a classical guitarist. As he cleaned glasses, we talked about music and art and the Kurt Cobain exhibit we’d just seen in Seattle the day before.
“You know,” he ruminated in his beautiful cadence, “I still remember the first time I heard ‘Smells Like Teen Spirit’ and Nirvana’s music… I didn’t know I needed it. But once I heard it, I couldn’t live without it.”
Name: Heather Browne
It’s true … no matter how, we share the same feelings. I live in the other side of the world and although i don’t know this bartender it was the same to me. I realized that i needed Nirvana’s music as much as the air.
Love your blog, nice work!
Sebastian from Argentina
Sebastian — August 24, 2010 @ 11:43 am
so well said. the first time I heard kurt’s voice, I knew things were changing.
andrew — August 28, 2010 @ 9:20 pm
The first deep connection with a writer or song-writer is an experience equal to few other “firsts”. I know I’m quoting someone when I say “I don’t understand how someone who doesn’t write can keep his sanity”. In my opinion, the same can be said about having a deep connection, a deep appreciation of music or literature. Someone trying to unravel mysteries and lay bare a tiny bit of truth is a way of reassuring us we are not insane, because really when you look around there’s not a whole lot to make sense of sometimes. So I say, we do need it, and we almost never know we do until after the experience. It’s always just felt like an invisible handslap across the face or the slither of a proverbial icecube down my spine to me.
Christof — August 31, 2010 @ 11:43 am