Share your thoughts: 10 years after Kurt Cobain's death

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10 years. It's hard to believe that it's been so long since we lost such a sensitive, tortured, artistic soul. A man that could reach into you and express your own feelings with his screams and his melodies. Thank You Kurt. We will always love you and miss you.

I was twelve years old and my father's job had us stationed in Tokyo, Japan. I remember that I was eating breakfast while listening to the five minute, hourly English AP news broadcast on the radio. The newsman's voice stated, "Nirvana's Kurt Cobain has committed suicide". I felt sick for the rest of that day and my mother could not understand why I was crying over the death of a "grungy-looking drug addict."

I was sitting at my house in Birch Bay, WA when I heard the news. I didn't believe it when I heard, I remember telling my friend Autumn that wasn't a funny joke. I had the distinct pleasure of seeing them perform @ Carver Gym on the WWU campus in '92 for a 'Rock the Vote' show. Mudhoney was the headliner but Nirvana stole the show. I get goose bumps to this day when I think back to that night.

I was a freshman at Brescia College in Owensboro, KY. I had just come home to my apartment in-between class and work at the public library. I turned on MTV while preparing lunch and learned the news. All I could do was stare at the TV and try to soak it in. I suppose it didn't really surprise me any, considering a month or two before he appeared to have attempted suicide in Italy.

It's kinda difficult to explain what Kurt Cobain meant to a long-haired freak high school kid in rural Kentucky. We'd all heard Nirvana a year or two before they got big on our skateboard videos. We were beat-up or ridiculed as "fags" for skateboarding and playing in garage bands, learning about punk rock and trying to forget about the heavy metal we really couldn't quite get away from. But when Nirvana got big, it was like instant acceptance for all of the freaks. I learned to deal with it; Cobain never did.

I'd seen Kurt 2 days prior to his death in Cowan Park. He looked pale, agitated and was wearing a sky blue overcoat. When I heard of his death, I was in Bartells at 65th and Roosevelt. Even the older ladies behind the counter seem to know who he was.

It was such a beautiful spring day. The dogwoods were in bloom in Atlanta. I was at work and a coworker walked up to me in a hallway while I was talking to someone and told me that Kurt had killed himself. I was stunned. I couldn't believe it. My stomach dropped. I just went into an office and looked outside at the beautiful day and just couldn't believe he was gone. It was so sad. I walked around in a daze for a week. He is sorely missed.

Hi, my name is Josh and I remember the day I heard about Kurt Cobain's death on April 8th, 1994. I was in the 7th grade at St. Leo's school in Columbus at the time and was in my math class at St. Leo's when a girl from our class came in and cried out to us: "Kurt Cobain killed himself." I remember feeling very sad because the music of Nirvana was influential to me at the time and Kurt Cobain was hailed as a rock icon.

I will remember Kurt on the 10th anniversary by playing his music and light some candles for him. ROCK ON TO THE MEMORY OF KURT AND THE NIRVANA!!! I also visited his old mansion on Denny Blaine last April to remember him!! ROCK ON!!

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