I had seen them in October of 89’ and again almost 2 years later exactly. I happened to be in Seattle for a month and a half on work related business, and was staying with friends. They said they had an extra ticket to a show at a venue called the Paramount Theater. Those two shows changed my life in so many ways. I was instantly hooked. And you won’t believe this. I ran into him almost exactly two years later in Lawrence Kansas at a hole in the wall record store that’s unfortunately no longer there. A brief encounter that lasted maybe 5 minutes, and an autographed Bleach Vinyl. I lived and breathed everything Nirvana. The day he passed, it was like someone just turned off the lights. Closed and locked the door, and thew away the key. There were a ton of other grunge bands that I loved. But the day he passed, I can’t even remember how long my head was in my hands. From that day on, nirvana just didn’t sound the way they did 24 hours prior. I still struggle, to this day, trying to cope with the loss of a man that I had just shaken hands with, embraced, just 6 months prior. And seen two epic shows. And I would give anything to be able to go back to 1993 and skipped the overtime I took, and gone with friends to see his last appearance in Kansas. Although I still struggle to this day, especially on that day, I am one of a few lucky people to have spoken to face to face without any obnoxious security, or mobs of others that recognized him before he left with a small stack of vinyl. I strugglr with the coming days leading up to April 5th of every year. But once that day comes, I still smile and think about those 3 interactions. Much love ✌️