The first time that I heard Nirvana was in Jason’s bedroom. He was a year older and lived across the street with his very religious family. Jason had skateboarding magazines hidden in his room, and that’s where he heard about grunge. Nevermind had just been released and the whole world was listening to Nirvana. Except me.
And I didn’t like it. I went home.
Late in junior high, there was a school assembly, some kind of senior citizen awareness or appreciation thing. The seniors played a song that they liked and then we played a song that – apparently – us kids listened to. I’d never heard it before. It was Lake of Fire from Nirvana Unplugged in New York. Continued…