For me, there’s only one song that explains the United States of America falling apart in the 21st century, and it is probably no cosmological accident that it is written by the late, great Chris Cornell and Soundgarden.
Few artists have soundtracked my life like Chris Cornell. Now, from beyond an early, tragic grave, he warns Earth to rid itself of war before it is too late.
Today, I sit here stunned, sifting through press releases telling me what Chris — and Soundgarden, and Temple of the Dog, and Audioslave, and every other artist that Cornell’s widening influence deeply touched — have been doing for the last several years.
The Man Who Broke My Brain
Who stood for art and beauty and sex and expression, long after public judgment?
If these thankfully human Aliens cannot bring us together, then Earth is without hope.
Because he is unfairly lost to us now, all we have are mounting media replications to inform and console us.
Bye seeing you.
Still feeling strange tremors from my grandmother’s passing, especially today. I reported on the burial of Star Trek‘s Majel Barrett-Roddenberry, wife of creator Gene Roddenberry for Wired, which felt weird […]
EDWINA THILL 1917-2008 WATCH: “The North Platte Canteen”
Long before popcorn torture porn owned the mallrats or the Pentagon started contracting packs of robots to hunt down non-cooperative humans, Gravediggaz owned horrorcore.
Who among his sons — or daughters — will execute that watch so capably, so persistently, so quietly?