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Kurt Cobain: Collection Of Personal Accounts From Family Relatives

Kurt Cobain: Collection of Personal Accounts From Family Relatives


I would like to share some of the memories and perceptions I have concerning
this unique, rare and original human being called Kurt Cobain. I knew Kurt
during his teen-age years in the period from about 1979 to 1984. I was in my
mid-30s and living in and near Montesano. My sister married Kurt's dad, Don, and
also lived in Montesano.

My grandfather comprehended the intelligence and individuality in Kurt at a time
when Kurt was being beaten down mentally and physically. "Gramps" often told me
of his respect for Kurt's tenacity and compassion even though he was in
emotional pain. Shortly before Gramps died, he had been talking about Kurt. He
looked at me and said words to the effect that he could see a nobility about
Kurt that he had never seen in anyone in all his 70 years.

One time, Gramps invited Kurt along on one of our steelhead fishing trips. We
were spread out a few hundred feet apart along the Wynooche River. All of a
sudden, we heard this horrendous combination of screaming, warbling and yodeling
from Kurt, who was upstream and out of sight. Gramps told me to run up there and
help Kurt, who must have hooked a big fish. When I reached Kurt, he didn't even
have his line in the water. When I asked him what was going on, he just looked
at me with those piercing eyes and huge grin. He said, "Oh, I'm just trying to
thicken my vocal chords so I can scream better!" When I went back to Gramps to
tell him, he just grinned and said, "It figures, We'll just let him be!" We can
now say, "Thank you, Kurt, for thickening your vocal chords!"

Kurt didn't fit the general mold of society in a logging town, and so he was
beaten upon by people who didn't understand him. One day I heard that he was in
a fight a few blocks away. When I ran to the scene, the fight was over. However,
I heard from a friend that Kurt was assaulted by a burly, 250-pound logger type.
Evidently, Kurt did not even fight; he just...