In my opinion, there is no music genre where the anesthetization of pain is more evident than grunge.
There were so many great songs written back then out of authenticity, and the impact they had on my own life was absolutely mind-numbing.
Eddie Vedder said it best when he explained why Pearl Jam never made one of my favorite all-time songs, “Black”, into a featured single.
Fragile songs get crushed by the business. I don’t want to be a part of it. I don’t think the band wants to be part of it.
They were essentially writing my life story in real time, and the resonance I felt during the grunge era was undeniable. I was simply living inside the music.
There was so much truth that existed in the lyrics I heard, and the squeaky clean image I bare today was obfuscated by the darkness I felt back then.
And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass of what was everything. All the pictures have all been washed in black…
That was the soundtrack of my life, and it lasted for many years.
Inevitably I hit rock bottom, and like every good artist, my therapy was the written word. Hundreds of poems exist because of this period.
Who knows, maybe one day they’ll become fragile songs.