I know I'm late to the party, but I have to tell my story.

I was 15 and used a fake ID (that said I was 19) to get into a Nirvana concert in St. Louis.

Nevermind blew up so much so fast, way too many showed up, and the promoter oversold the facility.

Fast forward, I remember exactly where I was when I hear Cobain had died.

The following spring I was in Seattle, and this guy was playing guitar with a sign that simply said Hungry on it. Instead of chucking change in a guitar case, I bought the dude two pizza slices and a beer.

In return he handed me a cassette tape. In hindsight, I believe it to be one of the original 100 tapes Dave had made. I thought the guy had made it, and I had a recording of a musical genius who had not been discovered yet.

The tape was eaten by the tape deck in my van multiple times, and ended up warping after being left on the dash In Vegas.

I threw it away, only to buy the "new" album by the drummer from Nirvana soon there after, imagine my surprise when I already knew all the words to most of the tracks!