Nirvana - Live At Reading Festival (1992): "Encuentran a David Páramo practicando sexo oral a Felipe Calderón"

"Estoy lastimado. Tengo hambre. No puedo caminar. Mis pies me pesan. El insoportable cuento de la vida. Soy un rock-star y me gusta. Soy un punk-star y lo disfruto. Pero me cuesta, en lo más profundo, ser tan famoso.
Me duele la soledad de la fama. Me duela estar en en la cúspide. Estoy listo para partir.
No voy a traicionarlos. No voy a traicionar a los Ted Bundy. Regalen mi instrumento a la niña que mamaseaba en el bar. Lo disfrutará.
Magazine, Jazz, Perrito Rito disculpen mi ausencia. No se ofendan. No soy yo... son ustedes... tokan tan feo, y tan... pop... que me deprime.
Perdonen a este rockstar, por dejarlos en el camino...

Grunge Is Not Dead

Ramiro Ramírez"

"Toc...toc...toc...toc", interrumpía el sonar de la puerta, antes que Ramiro diera la estocada final. Era la vecinita (¡tiene antojo!), quería un disco prestado de su música-de-locos. RR no desaprovecharía la oportunidad. Así, se puso sus pantalones y playera, corrió hacia la puerta, y pensó:

- Ya tendré oportunidad de sentirme emo*. Ya tendré oportunidad de llamar la atención... Ces't Fini
Al pasar por la mesita del hall, echo un vistazo al diario Excélsior, y leyó su portada: "Encuentran a David Páramo practicando sexo oral a Felipe Calderón"
Qué tipos!!!!

[Este sólo es un humilde homenaje a quien, pese a quien sea, cambió la forma de hacer y sentir música. A un tipo que, si no fue asesinado, prefirió matarse antes de traicionar su idea musical. Amén]

*Emo sólo se utiliza como referencia irónica al "alegre sufrimiento". No es, de ninguna manera, ofensivo o sectario

Suicide Letter: Kurt Cobain (¿?)

To Boddah

Speaking from the tongue of an experienced simpleton who obviously would rather be an emasculated, infantile complain-ee. This note should be pretty easy to understand.

All the warnings from the punk rock 101 courses over the years, since my first introduction to the, shall we say, ethics involved with independence and the embracement of your community has proven to be very true. I haven't felt the excitement of listening to as well as creating music along with reading and writing for too many years now. I feel guity beyond words about these things.

For example when we're back stage and the lights go out and the manic roar of the crowds begins., it doesn't affect me the way in which it did for Freddie Mercury, who seemed to love, relish in the the love and adoration from the crowd which is something I totally admire and envy. The fact is, I can't fool you, any one of you. It simply isn't fair to you or me. The worst crime I can think of would be to rip people off by faking it and pretending as if I'm having 100% fun. Sometimes I feel as if I should have a punch-in time clock before I walk out on stage. I've tried everything within my power to appreciate it (and I do,God, believe me I do, but it's not enough). I appreciate the fact that I and we have affected and entertained a lot of people. It must be one of those narcissists who only appreciate things when they're gone. I'm too sensitive. I need to be slightly numb in order to regain the enthusiasms I once had as a child.

On our last 3 tours, I've had a much better appreciation for all the people I've known personally, and as fans of our music, but I still can't get over the frustration, the guilt and empathy I have for everyone. There's good in all of us and I think I simply love people too much, so much that it makes me feel too fucking sad. The sad little, sensitive, unappreciative, Pisces, Jesus man. Why don't you just enjoy it? I don't know!

I have a goddess of a wife who sweats ambition and empathy and a daughter who reminds me too much of what i used to be, full of love and joy, kissing every person she meets because everyone is good and will do her no harm. And that terrifies me to the point to where I can barely function. I can't stand the thought of Frances becoming the miserable, self-destructive, death rocker that I've become.

I have it good, very good, and I'm grateful, but since the age of seven, I've become hateful towards all humans in general. Only because it seems so easy for people to get along that have empathy. Only because I love and feel sorry for people too much I guess.

Thank you all from the pit of my burning, nauseous stomach for your letters and concern during the past years. I'm too much of an erratic, moody baby! I don't have the passion anymore, and so remember, it's better to burn out than to fade away.

Peace, love, empathy.
Kurt Cobain

Frances and Courtney, I'll be at your alter.
Please keep going Courtney, for Frances.
For her life, which will be so much happier without me.

Nirvana - Live At Reading Festival (1992) ---> descargar

1. Drain You
2. Aneurysm
3. School
4. Sliver
5. In Bloom
6. Come As You Are
7. Lithium
8. About A Girl
9. Tourette's
10. Polly
11. Lounge Act
12. Smells Like Teen Spirit
13. On A Plain
14. Negative Creep
15. Been A Son
16. All Apologies
17. Blew
18. Dumb
19. Stay Away
20. Spank Thru
21. Love Buzz
22. The Money Will Roll Right In
23. D-7
24. Territorial Pissing