Reflections on a generation, and a music icon gone to soon.
"Stuttering, cold and damp Steal the warm wind tired friend. Times are gone for honest men, And sometimes far too long for snakes. In my shoes, a walking sleep And my youth I pray to keep Heaven sent hell away No one sings like you anymore.." Since waking up last Thursday morning to the heartbreaking news of Chris Cornell's passing, my head has been spinning trying to comprehend it. That is to say, that it's not like we haven't lost musicians before, or loved ones, or friends to suicide - and granted yes, often suicide is completely unexpected - but Chris.. Man he had made it. He made it when everyone else from the grunge era were over dosing at 27, he was a father to three children, a talented singer/song writer with a 4 octave voice - a fucking absolute rarity. He had just reunited with Soundgarden, and talks of a new album were in the works. I mean sure, we can all converse about the 'what ifs' and the 'how comes' and put together