When I woke up Thursday morning, I found out Chris Cornell was dead and for the past few days I’ve been swimming down memory lane.
Although music has been part of my life, it was never as life changing as music was for me in the early 80s (early teenage years.)
After that, music came and went and my taste was so eclectic I had a hard time keeping up with myself. 😅
But, during my first year at LMU (1990,) I discovered the alternative scene. For me, it was the sweetest and most wholesome way to rebel.
I was also very much aesthetically aligned with cute boys with long hair, docs, and baggy overalls with no shirts on.
They did look so cute!
I also, randomly happened to get an opportunity to see Soundgarden in L. A. sometime in 1991. I can’t remember details really, all I remember is that Chris Cornell embodied “the dream man.” To my 19 year old self, he was perfection.
I had the total privilege of seeing him a few more times after that with Audioslave, and had my mind blown being almost able to touch him in one of his solo acoustic shows. He was incredible.
That voice.
Watching him left me astounded. I couldn’t believe he could in truth, sing the notes on his albums. Awestruck.
My heart has been very sad. He meant so much to me. I cannot imagine what his family must be feeling right now 😔
Here is a video of him singing with his daughter. Of course I sobbed watching this. My hope is that she, and her siblings are able to get through this and outshine the pain and sorrow
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