I like Nirvana.
I like them because they are really pissed off and they make you want to get pissed off too. I heard them for the first time ages ago with the song Smells laic ten spiry, at a party where it was recorded on a fake and pirated cassette, and from then on I loved them to madness.
A friend of mine told me they came from the country of Gigi Hendric and I believed him because this friend is a guitarist and can do five-finger petting on the guitar. The next day, he also taught me the chords of the song, but without the barre because mine sounded horrible. I got so pumped up that I decided to buy the original CD, the one with the kid with his thing sticking out in the pool. My friends wanted to smack me in the face because in Naples, nobody buys original CDs, only shops do, just to make the pirate copies.
A slutty friend of mine instead said she was waiting for that kid to grow up because he showed promise… Anyway, then I also bought a t-shirt with the giant face of the singer Kart Kobein at Piazza Garibaldi, naturally fake, and I wore it every day, and if it smelled bad, it didn’t matter because it was very “grudge.”
Yes, because Nirvana invented grudge music that will change music all over the world and scare everyone so much that the Japanese, years later, will even make a horror movie about it, titled The Grudge in honor of the myth. Anyway, if you talk about Nirvana, you can't not talk about Kart Kobein. Before him, my idols were Vasco Rossi, Toto Cutugno, Pupo, and Nino D’Angelo. There are many similarities between Nino and Kobein, not only the blonde bob but also the lifestyle and thoughts. Kobein wore flannel shirts while Nino wore wool sweaters in August in Capri, and both drove girls crazy; only Nino went for the prettiest girl in Capri, while Kobein stuck with a toxic, bleached toilet who was cheating on him.
But musically, they’re on the same page: both sang about despair. Nino about his desperate loves, Kart about his desperate thoughts and that’s it. Anyway, my friends and I did the same thing, we took down posters of Nino, Vasco Rossi, Maicol Jakson, and, on principle, put up a big picture of Kobein because otherwise, what kind of grudge were we? We even tried to form a band and played Nirvana songs in a friend's garage, but they didn’t want me because of the barre, so I just listened. But my friend's dad got pissed off and kicked us out of the garage because he needed it to purge mussels and clams and illegally harvested date mussels from the rocks as he had to sell them under the table at the Pozzuoli fish market. He told us if we made too much noise, the tax police might pay us a visit.
Now I want to review the album: Smell laic ten spyry: already said Cam es you are: starts slow and Kart doesn’t seem pissed off, but then he gets pissed off, and I feel more pissed off than him Litium: sometimes he’s pissed off, sometimes not, but I don’t care, it’s great anyway Polly: my friend taught me without the barre and said if you played it on the beach, you’d definitely score. I did, but only the others scored... All the other song titles I don’t remember, but they made you jump and gut and feel really cool, that’s why all my friends and I listened to Nirvana, Pell Jem, and all the grudge that came out at that time and a few years later Grin dey, only they didn’t make shirts with the big faces, who knows why? But maybe in Naples, if you ask for them custom-made, they’ll make them, who knows?
Anyway, no one beats Nirvana, even though the singer later shot himself because nothing was going right for him, but maybe they whacked him because he crossed someone he shouldn't have. Nino is still alive, maybe I’ll start to consider him as my idol from the past again. Oh, Nino is Nino! Anyway, I then learned to do the barre, and if you're interested, I got calluses on my fingers too.
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