Falando como um simplório experiente que obviamente preferia
ser um efeminado, infantil e chorão. Este bilhete deve ser
fácil de entender. Todas as advertências dadas nas aulas de
lunk rock ao longo dos anos, desde minha primeira introdução
a, digamos assim, ética envolvendo independência e o abraçar
de sua comunidade, provaram ser verdadeiras. Há muitos anos
eu não venho sentido excitação ao ouvir ou fazer músicas
bem como ao ler ou escrever. Minha culpa por isso é indescritível
em palavras. Por exemplo, quando as luzes se apagam e o ruído
ensandecido da multidão começa, nada me afeta do jeito que
afetava Freeddie Mercury, que costumava amar, se deliciar
com o amor e adoração da multidão - o que é uma coisa que
totalemnte admiro e invejo. O fato é que não consigo enganar
vocês. Simplesmente não é justo para vocês e para min. O pior
crime que posso imaginar seria enganar as pessoas sendo falso
e fingindo que estou me divertindo 100 por cento. Às vezes
acho que eu deveria acionar um despertador antes de entrar
no palco. Tentei tudo que está em meus poderes para gostar
disso (e eu gosto, Deus, acreditem-me, eu gosto, mas não o
suficiente). Me agrada o fato de que eu e nós atingimos e
divertimos uma porção de gente. Devo ser um daqueles
narcisistas que só dão valor às coisas depois que elas se
vão. Eu sou sensível demais. Preciso ficar um pouco dormente
para ter de volta o entusiasmo que tinha quando criança. Em
nossas últimas três turnês, tive um reconhecimento por parte
de todas as pessoas que conheci pessoalmente e dos fãs de
nossa música, mas ainda não consigo superar a frustação, a
culpa e a empatia que tenho por todos. Existe o bom em todos
nós e acho que eu simplesmente amo as pessoas demais, tanto
que chego a me sentir mal. O triste, sensível, insatisfeito,
pisciano, pequeno homem de Jesus. Por que você simplesmente
não aproveita? Eu não sei! Tenho uma esposa que é uma deusa,
que tanspira ambição e empatia, e uma filha que lembra demais
como eu costumava ser, cheia de amor e alegria, beijando todo
mundo que encontra porque todo mundo é bom e não vai fazer
mal a ela. isto me aterroriza a ponto de eu mal conseguir
funcionar. Não posso suportar a idéia de Frances se tornando
o triste, autodestrutivo e mórbido roqueiro que eu virei. Eu
tive muito, muito mesmo, e sou grato por isso, mas desde os
sete anos de idade passei a ter ódio de todos os humanos em
geral. Apenas porque parece muito fácil se relacionar e ter
empatia. Apenas porque parece muito fácil se relacionar e ter
empatia. Apenas porque eu amo e sinto demais por todas as
pessoas, eu acho. Obrigado do fundo do meu nauseado estômago
queimando por suas cartas e sua preocupação ao longo dos anos.
Eu sou mesmo um bebê errático e triste! Não tenho mais a
paixão, então lembrem, é melhor queimar do que se apagar aos
poucos. Paz, Amor, Empatia.
Kurt Cobain
Frances e Courtney, estarei em seu altar. Por favor, vá em
frente, Courtney, por Frances. Pela vida dela, que vai ser tão
mais feliz sem min. EU TE AMO, EU TE AMO!

A carta do Suicídio de Kurt...
To Boddah pronounced Speaking from the tongue of an experienced simpleton who obviously would
rather be an emasculated, infantile camplainee. 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 exitement of listening to as well as creating music along
with reading and writing for too many years now. I feel guilty beyond words
about these things. For example when we're backstage and the lights go out and
the manic roar of the crowd begins it doesn't affect me the way in which it
did for Freddy Mercury who seemed to love. (?)relish in 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. I 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 enthusiasm I once had as a child. On our last three 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, and have empathy.
Empathy! Only because I love and feel 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, its 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.
I Love you. I love you!

A carta do Suicídio de Kurt...
To Boddah pronounced Speaking from the tongue of an experienced simpleton who obviously would
rather be an emasculated, infantile camplainee. 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 exitement of listening to as well as creating music along
with reading and writing for too many years now. I feel guilty beyond words
about these things. For example when we're backstage and the lights go out and
the manic roar of the crowd begins it doesn't affect me the way in which it
did for Freddy Mercury who seemed to love. (?)relish in 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. I 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 enthusiasm I once had as a child. On our last three 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, and have empathy.
Empathy! Only because I love and feel 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, its 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.
I Love you. I love you!