The day felt like any other day and yet it was one that I would always remember. I was actually early for work this Thursday, drinking my coffee, I scrolled through my instgram timeline. Always random commentary on bullshit, and then I see a picture of Chris Cornell, the caption said “Rest in Piece.” I saw the post and I ignore it completely because this is instgran, people post fuckery all the time. I continue to scroll and I’m seeing other pictures of Cornell, all the captions are either saying “goodbye” or “that he was dead.” I had to believe that maybe he did die.
I thought about him all that day, finding all my favorite tracks on YouTube, remembering his music playing in the background of my life. Growing up I always said I wish I was in my lately twenties during the early nineties, only because that’s when bands like Pearl Jam, Soundgarden, Nirvana, Alice In Chains were creating this new music and representing the underrepresented. I wanted to see that as a young adult and to be in the heart of what they called grunge.
Chris was like the uncle I never met, or had, he was a lead singer that played guitar. The total package, he could rock arenas with a band, he could play a room with only his acoustic and still touch your soul. I’ve never seen him or heard him play live and yet I know this is true, he had something to share. His voice had a rasp and it made the music fell hauntingly familiar. Cornell’s sound made me feel reminiscent and nostalgic, and the truth was I never gave that much attention to his life in depth. I only knew him through his craft.
It caught me off guard, his time was up and yet he had done so much music wise, but he was only a man writing songs. He lived through some tough times and even I have seen friends pass in my days, yet Cornell was always around. I got into grunge late and his life was power for me, he had such an amazing presence outside of the grunge boundaries. I always remember him on the movie Singles, I don’t even think he had any lines either, besides him screaming on a microphone. Chris passing only reminds me to be thankful, and to honor your friends and to be yourself.