My neighbor produced the new Kurt Cobain doc, “Montage of Heck.” We saw a screening last night. I needed to see it on a big screen. Needed the sound to envelop and scream. The film is raw grit that is rough even when it tries to steers soft. It does not tell the story behind the music, it slices at the rage behind the artist’s brief restless trip to 27 and out. A lot of it felt like a cry for love that hit a slamming door. Some love that came too late in the blur of a warm little girl. The screams from the crowd that tried to dig beyond the art slapped the artist senseless.
The film by Brett Morgen is a masterful telling of the tragedy that comes too often to the most fragile among us who need the most nurturing. I have been friends with real artists. Have given them a warm shower, a can of tuna and as much love as I could. I have attended their memorials meant to “celebrate” their gift, only to find their spirit tied to the hand which was allowed to slip. The evidence of real art is our most precious resource. More that water. More than air. And for too many of the greatest creators, more than life.
"Kurt Cobain -Montage of Heck" is now playing on HBO - but see it at the theater if you can. HBO info here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4v7n22XkuPA Great article on the making of the film here: https://medium.com/…/raising-heck-inside-the-kurt-cobain-do… #nirvana #montageofheck #kurtcobain