I was asked by some friends down South to talk a bit about growing up in the era of the Grunge revolution. As I thought about what to write about on this topic, a lot of different thoughts went through my head (more than I thought would) growing up in the time period and with 20+ years of reflection. I listened to a lot of Nirvana music as I wrote this piece. I'm going to apologize in advance that this will run on the long side and may touch a bit on some relatively dark aspects.
Before getting into the topic of Grunge, I really think you have to have a strong sense of how/where Grunge came from. I'm a believer that music doesn't happen in a vacuum. It's art and there are compelling reasons why what we hear is what we hear. And to understand Grunge, you need to have a fundamental understanding about Seattle and the time period that we were living in.
As most know, I was born and raised in the greater Seattle area. I'm unabashed in my opinion that I live in the greatest place possible. I consider myself so lucky to grow up where I did, when I did, and be able to experience all the things that I did growing up here. I also consider myself so very lucky to be able to have the experience to live in such a vastly different place to Seattle in Dallas as well as have had the ability to travel to so many different parts of the country. It's given me the perspective to really appreciate where I grew up and ultimately to be lucky enough to move back to Seattle. There's nowhere else where I would rather live.
Growing up in Seattle, I think it's impossible to not have a bit of a chip on your shoulder. It's a city that probably deserves to win a Rodney Dangerfield Memorial Award for feeling like it doesn't get any respect. At its backbone, Seattle is a very hard working, blue collar kind of town. It's why in my opinion when you watch football games from Seattle you find that the fans appreciate great defense more than great offense. Defense is hard work. It's what we identify with.
There's an interesting dynamic in Seattle though that even though we crave respect, we don't necessarily want what comes with getting that respect. We love the myths that get created about how it rains here all the time (it doesn't). We love that that myth often keeps Californians away from moving. But at the same time, we long for getting the respect from the East Coast power brokers from New York and Chicago. We hate that we're kind of viewed as the third wheel on the West Coast compared to Los Angeles and San Francisco. It irritates us. In our mind we're as good, or better, than any of those cities. But at the same time, we're quick to point out when we don't have the problems that these other cities have. So it cuts both ways. To think that 3 of the most dynamic and change the face of the world as we know it companies have originated in Seattle is unquestionably a sense of pride in Boeing (changing consumer/defense aviation), Microsoft (personal and business computing), and Amazon (changing ecommerce and how consumers/business buy/sell goods). But still, while Seattle is recognized as one of the most technological and intelligent areas of the country, we always still feel slighted and that chip on the shoulder is always sitting there.
I'm a believer that music comes from one of two places: it is influenced by those artists that have come before you and/or it is influenced by what is directly going on around you. I could go through a laundry list of bands, musicians, and the like from Seattle. The influence is vast. But with respect to Grunge, I don't think it really came from anything before other than to probably lean more towards the rock side of things. But I think the origin of Grunge really came from the times much the same way that the Peace/Love hippie movement of the 60s came from a generation revolting against their square and conservative parents.
As a child of the 80s, they were interesting times. It was the era of Yuppies. Greed was good. To find someone that wasn't self absorbed was more of an exception. Materiality. Owning the latest CD player was akin to the idiots today that have to get the latest iPhone as it comes available. Loud, colorful, pastel clothing. Car phones. For anybody really needing a good reminder of the 80s, looking back at a lot of what you saw in television and movies at the time is a good reminder. Two of my favorites to look at are Wall Street (of course) and Cocktail. It was all about wealth and status.
And in some ways, I guess I'm a perfect case study of the time period. My parents divorced when I was young. The greatest gift my parents probably ever gave me was a desire to not be like them. My mother gave a few tools that made me move down the direction of stressing the importance of education but had enough of her own problems and self interests that she put well before mine. She remarried I'm not really sure why. It always felt more like a business arrangement to try to put a full time father figure into my life than her being "in love." My father remarried and as they began their own family, they did a terrible job of integrating the family often leaving me feeling like I was a second class child. As part of the terms of the divorce, I had to spend every other weekend with my father. Most weekends consisted of doing either what he wanted to do, what needed to be done with my half brothers as they were born, or me doing my own thing. Another term of the divorce was that I would spend a month during the summer with my Dad. Instead of taking time for quality father/son bonding, the summer generally consisted of being dropped off at my Grandma's at least 5 days a week while Dad worked. Needless to say, I have a great relationship with my Grandmother. My Dad, not so much.
I don't feel that my childhood was that uncommon during that time period in Seattle. It felt more common than not. For kids growing up in the area, there was frustration and anger. And while I never channeled my anger in a destructive manner to myself or others, there's no question that there was some anger that I've had to reconcile over time. And when I listen to Grunge music, what I hear is the pain, the anger, the frustration, and the release of a generation that felt somewhat neglected and longing for the respect of others. In some ways, it probably was a bit of a cry for help for many.
It had to be late 1991 or early 1992 the first time I heard of Nirvana. Up until that point, I listened to the radio and nothing really that interesting. I already had a fairly diverse musical palate at that point listening to stuff from the 50s and 60s growing up, listening to the hits of the 80s, the start of the R&B side of things that was taking hold in the early 90s (think groups like Boyz II Men). But there really wasn't anything that really resonated to the point where you really felt the music. Then came Smells Like Teen Spirit, and there's a game changer. To this day, anytime I hear the familiar beats to open "Da Da ........ Da Da .. Da Da ...... Da Da Da Da" it's transformative. There's something about the music that hit a chord with so many of us that were either in our teens or just about to enter it. It's really the first time I'd heard music where the words mattered less than the music itself. There was a certain pain and frustration that was palpable in the music ... and it resonated. Boy did it resonate. It was all that people were talking about in school. You couldn't listen to the radio for more than 15-30 minutes without hearing it. I could feel it ... but looking around, I could see others being about 100x more invested than I was. It was a real eye opener. From a lyrical standpoint, there are so many parts of that song that could ring true for so many. For me, the part that has always stood out is as follows:
Here we are now
Entertain us
I feel stupid
and contagious
As I think to why those lyrics have always stood out to me, I think it all circles back to my parents and the family dynamic that I grew up in. While I was grounded and was moving in the right direction, the one thing that I think every teenager to one degree or another needs in their life is reassurance. There are so many things that we're trying to figure out and reconcile. Everything seems to matter at the time but as we get older we realize very little of it does. We worry so much about what others think when the reality is that it is only those closest to you that really matter. But what we long for at that age is the support, the confidence, the feeling of importance, and acceptance that we are in fact moving in the right direction.
So many other Seattle bands popped up on the scene as well. And honestly, when you listen to the music, there's a certain commonality in all the music as they all have this gutturally strong, deep, painful, troubled, and aching for recognition quality to the music. Who can forget the video to Pearl Jam's Jeremy where you have a kid struggling for acceptance in the classroom and running through the woods lost? Alice in Chains' Rooster is a song that details the trials and tribulations between a son and his troubled Vietnam veteran father. And is there a darker song title than Soundgarden's Black Hole Sun?
To this day, when people ask me about who my favorite Seattle area band is, I will answer Pearl Jam. As I get older, there's no question that Nirvana's music was more influential. But growing up, as Nirvana released more and more, the music got darker and darker. It was impossible not to see that Kurt Cobain was completely fucked up and leading to a path of self destruction. And as a kid, there was something very uncool to me about that.
Getting home from school on an early Spring day in 1994, I turned on the TV to see that Kurt Cobain took a shotgun to himself and committed suicide. I can't say that I was particularly surprised. But it was all that was talked about on the news for a while. I remember going to school and the looks on people's faces was a look of loss. That's really the day Grunge died ... or at least started to die. Somewhere around that time period, there was a kid in our school that I would play sports with at recess, etc. that basically pulled a Cobain on himself with a shotgun. That further broke up our school. There were so many people crying and torn up. I was shocked because I never saw it coming ... never saw anything that made me think that this person was troubled. I wouldn't say that we were friends, but at the same time I interacted enough with him to not get any senses and I'm normally a fairly decent judge of character. While so many were torn up about it, it was very difficult for me to have a ton of remorse because I really struggle to find scenarios where such an act is anything but quitting. It's just such a poor choice that it's hard for me to have sympathy.
Fast forward a few years and I'm walking on campus at UW and sitting near a library is this guy playing some wooden spoons on some plastic white containers. As I got closer to the surrounding crowd I realized that it was Spoonman. Today, put me in that spot and I probably drop what I'm doing and spend at least 10-15 minutes listening. Then, I just shrugged my shoulders and kept moving on. My love of music was growing during this time period but was definitely more influenced by songs that had far less dark or violent tones to them (think the gangsta rap scene that started in the mid 1990s and really extended through the end of the late 1990s). At that point, to me Grunge was just something that was painful and dark. It had its place. It was a bright star that shone and provided a voice and outlet for so many. Then it got all too real and went away as quickly as it appeared.
A few years ago in what started mostly as a joke with a buddy of mine in Dallas to get him to come up to Seattle to visit, my buddy bought two tickets to Paul McCartney's show at Safeco Field. For the encore set, all the living members of Nirvana joined him on stage for I believe 6 songs. To say that it was one of the coolest things I've ever seen musically would be an understatement. That really started to open the door on letting Grunge back in my life. Even though all throughout this time period I've been a huge fan of the Foo Fighters' music, I never really associated Dave Grohl or Pat Smear with Nirvana ... and with respect to Grohl, that's kind of amusing not to. Add to that the recent collaborations that not only Grohl, but also Chris Cornell has had with the Zac Brown Band, and there's a part of that wall that has probably forever been knocked down.
Which kind of circles back to why I chose that picture of Nirvana attached. If you knew nothing about the band and I told you that the smiling, clearly stoned, dude in the middle of the picture would OD or commit suicide, you'd probably say that that made sense. If I told you that the guy on the left, Krist Novoselic would turn into an intellectual and political activist, you probably would say that you could see that. I've never seen him in a performance from that time period or forward where he didn't look grounded or insanely fucked up. But if asked you what you thought the fate of Dave Grohl would be looking at the picture of the guy on the right, you'd probably tell me that his fate could follow that of Cobain's. If I told you that he would wind up fronting one of the biggest rock bands in musical history, move from the drums to guitar, and the band would be a sure fire future Rock N Roll HOF member that has gone completely mainstream and is essentially the lead voice of Rock N Roll, you'd tell me that I was crazy. Which I guess in a nutshell says why Nirvana was so influential because not only did they have such a strong story to tell, but they had a story to tell with insanely talented musicians. I never really understood everything about Nirvana until recently with not only some of the documentaries that have come out with the 20th anniversary of Cobain's death, but also the Sonic Highways documentary from the Foo Fighters, notably the episode filmed in Seattle that chronicled Grohl's "loss" at Cobain's death.
As I wrap this up and think about how to conclude or tie all of this together, I think that there's a reason that Grunge took place in Seattle. It was not only a product of the times that we were growing up in but there's a certain uniqueness about Seattle that really drove that point home. In the end, what the music was was an expression of pain, anger, frustration, and a longing for acceptance and respect. For many, it was an anthem that was tied to a cry for help. Even today as I listen to Nirvana music writing this, it's hard not to go into a relatively dark place and feel that pain.
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"thrilling" they said it was.
"The home team appears to be quite good'... they raved
"crowd was impressive'
I asked how they enjoyed riding the ferry.
There's a decent documentary on Grunge somewhere. I watched it on Youtube about a year and a half ago. It's worth checking out. It's pretty old.
I don't pretend to understand pop culture and its trends. I do know that trends only last a few years.
Grunge got popular in late '91 IIRC. A lot of the hair bands had inner turmoil and lost or fired band members around late '91 and early '92. That had something to do with it.
People suddenly thought dressing like a cross between a bum, a logger, and a fag was cool for a few years. I guess all the downer music resonated with people for whatever reason. At the time, it seemed retarded.
The 80s were definitely a greedy, materialistic time. The trickle down greed started at the top and was sold straight to the masses, who didn't wise up until about 2009. I guess Grunge was a quasi rebellion against that. Who knows.
I read it, good read. Grunge doesn't really do much for me because I was 3 when it took off, but I can appreciate Nirvana.
I would agree it was a fleeting release of frustration caused by the opulent gloss of the 80s that left so many feeling inferior and left behind.
The problem is it never inspired those it resonated with to do more with themselves. Instead it encouraged apathy, a sort of cool pity party that got too real once Cobain crossed the line.
The world moved on.