Waking up unusually early this morning something didn’t feel right. As I learned about the passing of Chris Cornell… it feels so wrong to type that… I can’t seem to fathom what’s been loss. A father, friend and inspiration to so many.
It was partially because of my consistent begging for Soundgarden records that I got a job at my record store. I went home and bought a bass after the Temple of the Dog tour. It was always clear Chris had personal demons, and I only wish that he is now at peace.
My brain can’t stop thinking about how all of his closest friends and family feel. Or about the fact that he will never be able to be present for his own Rock and Roll Hall of Fame induction ceremony. I am absolutely gutted, and once again face the aftermath of death that our culture doesn’t really have a guide for.
Rest in peace to one of the greatest, and thank you for changing my life.