self-loathing, silly, downcast and disillusioned entries from Nirvana frontman
"I've read so many pathetic second rate, Freudian evaluations from interviews from
my childhood up until the present state of my personality and how I'm a notoriously
f---ed up heroin addict, alcoholic, self destructive, yet overtly sensitive, frail, fragile,
soft spoken, narcoleptic, neurotic, little pissant who at any minute is going to O.D.
jump off a roof wig out blow my head off or all 3 at once. Oh Pleez Gawd, I can't
handle the success! The success! And I feel so incredibly guilty! For abandoning my
true comrades who were the ones who are devoted who were into us a few years ago.
And in 10 years when Nirvana becomes as memorable as Kajagoogoo, that same very
small percent will come to see us at reunion gigs sponsored by Depends diapers, bald
fat still trying to RAWK at amusement parks. Saturdays: puppet show, rollercoaster &
Nirvana."
Emo Fashion
Emo kids dye their hair black, grow a fringe and wear dark clothes and skinny jeans. To a
casual observer, the uniform be similar to that of another teen subculture: the goth.
All this darkness and introspection can disturb and worry parents who see what looks like a
adoration of unhappiness, but the fact is that most online emo hangouts are not at all like that.
In a feature published previously in The Times, Andy Greenwald found that emo bands and
their fans were unexpectedly clean living. “I could not have picked a duller genre in terms of
spending time on tour buses and not being able to get a beer,” he said. “These guys don’t drink
or smoke or do drugs. They like comics and video games and art. And the kids ‘hang out’ in
MySpace. If you live in the suburbs and don’t have a car, here is this place where life goes on
24/7 and you are plugged into a community immediately, and you have the freedom online to
have a second, heroic version of yourself.
"I like punk rock. I like girls with weird eyes. I like
drugs. (But my body and mind won't allow me to take
them). I like passion. I like playing my cards wrong. I
like vinyl. I like to feel guilty for being a white,
American male. I love to sleep. I like to taunt small,
barking dogs in parked cars. I like to make people
feel happy and superior in their reaction towards my
appearance. I like to have strong opinions with
nothing to back them up with besides my primal sincerity.
I like sincerity. I lack sincerity.”
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