My mother text me the other day saying the following:
Heard Polly by Nirvana this AM. Forgot how great Kurt was. Have a great day.
She is right. Somehow I have forgotten the instigating cause of my teenage rebellion. The initiator who drew me to a life of non conformism. The sound that drove me to a lifestyle of alternative chaos and divine understanding of the pain of love and to simply live. Thanks Nirvana. I still smell like teen spirit.