Today is the tenth anniversary of the death of the voice of my generation. I was a very mixed up teenager and at the start of the nineties, I fell into a spiral of depression. I latched onto the music of Nirvana because it resonated with me. Kurt Cobain managed to put into lyrics everything I was feeling.

For once it was okay to be me, to be whatever the hell I wanted to be. It didn't matter what other people thought of me, the only person I had to be true to was myself. Kurt Cobain made me believe in myself again.

And then he killed himself.

He was the very definition of a tortured soul but he was also (excuse the language) a fucking idiot.

Rest easy Kurt.