Days in the company of Lee, Hendrix, Cobain and President Roslin
Though I spent an entire blog The Seattle Spirit> on Seattle’s early history, it was not really what drew me to the city. In truth, I never really imagined to go here nor had any visual idea of where in the US, it was. However, I have always known Seattle to exist; not because of Starbucks, McDreamy or that rather bad movie with Hanks and Ryan. No, I cam to know Seattle as many others of my generation by the central role that Seattle’s music scene played in the late 1980’s and early 1990’s. I knew the city because of Kurt Cobain singing and sipping tea on New York Unplugged and the beauty of Chris Cornell’s voice on Superunknown.
– Music I grew up with and music I came to know later in life, and music which still today touches something deep inside of me.
Good fortune would have it that at the hostel, they have a dead people’s tour. This tour brought me to places I had never imagined I should ever see.
We began the tour by stopping at a sculpture which looked surprisingly a lot like a huge black donut. Or perhaps, a Black Hole Sun. Many speculate that the sculpture was the source of inspiration for Soundgarden’s major and classic hit Black Hole Sun. What a treat.
Afterwards, we visited the last resting place of martial arts master Bruce Lee and his equally talented son Brandon. I will here admit that though I have seen The Crow, it never occurred to me that Brandon Lee was the Crow and that he actually died during the filming of that particular role. Please don’t tell anyone.
Then we arrived at a major house and an over painted bench. The place for one of the biggest artistic losses of the 1990’s. The house in which Kurt Cobain killed himself, or was murdered, and the bench on which he sought inspiration. WOW. When I think about it, I actually remember the house from a documentary I saw once about all the evidence that pointed towards Courtney having killed Kurt.
Finally, we took the long ride on to the hwy, ending in Renton at the last resting place of legendary Jimi Hendrix. Apparently, his memorial had been moved at some point from the entrance of the Memorial Park, since the visitors and fans constantly blocked the entrance to the rest of the Park. Now it stands centrally, and I was told that today it is possible to buy a gravestone for yourself next to Jimi through eBay (I think it is just an urban legend, though).
I am not sure whether seeing such places will be of any great value to me as a person, but I am sure it will be great stories to tell back in Europe when the conversation yet again turns to Club 27.
In order to complete the celebrity tour, I went to the EMP (Experience Music Project and Science Fiction Museum and Hall of Fame) Museum at Seattle Center on my final day. Here I spent half the day walking through the museums current exhibitions, one of which was Nirvana: Taking Punk to the Masses. What better place to exhibit the story of Nirvana than in the city where it all started. Slowly pacing the exhibition with an audio guide by Krist Novoselic in my ears, I came to know and see a whole lot of Nirvana and Seattle back in the days.
As the Museum is also known as the Science Fiction Museum, I felt it would be sad if I didn’t indulge in a bit of Science Fiction. Staying clear of a large children oriented Avatar exhibition, I directed my footsteps towards Battlestar Galactica: the exhibition. After pacing through looking at several spaceships, I dare calling myself a bit of an expert on that series now.