I have a brain full of cobwebs. There are countless shards of memory and dust bunnies of irrelevant knowledge hanging around in the corners of my synapses. Sometimes I turn on a light in one of the cerebral hallways and I’m just amazed at what junk I’ve got stored away. Here, for instance, I was instantly reminded of a quotation in passing from Kurt Cobain in an article on Nirvana from the June 1992 issue of RIP magazine, which I still have in a (clean, cobweb-free) banker box along with many others in a closet.

Exciting and fun. Here we are now, entertain us. Ah, if Kurt could only hear his old comrade now, he’d be spinning in his grave trying to get a good angle to blow his head off again.