all i do is sit in my room watching my old videos, cutting holes in the knees of my jeans and being angry at the fact it's not the 90's anymore. why must angst fill my soul with blackness?
seriously, just as i can't forget how to play the Metallica solos my brother tought me when i was 13, i can't forget volumes of useless facts about kurt cobain's guitar gear that i read on Brian Haberman's site. and for some reason i can't refrain from correcting people on it either. just watch though, one day i'll be on Final Jeopardy and it'll be something like "This guitar of Kurt Cobain's was frequently mistaken for one of these... not the Fender it actually was."
bummer, a lot of money at the expense of the whole country thinking i've had a kurtectomy.
