Sunday sessions, soundtrack to my life: NIRVANA.

Ah, the distant hazy days of flannel shirts and baby doll dresses.

As 1991 ticked over into 1992 and Sydney sweltered through yet another hot sticky summer, there was one band whose name was on everyone’s lips and being played in almost every bedroom: Nirvana.


I remember those very first mentions of the name like it was yesterday. Their breakthrough album Nevermind had dropped the previous September and a few months later they were due to tour Australia, a tour planned months before but happening just as their popularity went through the roof. For me those days are wrapped up in the music of Nirvana. There were teenage dramas with friends and boyfriend, angst galore, and so much confusion and moodiness. I still can’t listen to Smells Like Teen Spirit to this day without being transported back to a dark smoky club wondering who the fuck Nirvana is.

Of course they toured and it was legendary, and hubby was {as usual} clever enough to snap up a limited edition tour album on coloured vinyl {only 4000 copies and worth up to $350 today}. They headlined the very first Big Day Out festival, and when offered free tickets such was my teenage angst that I sniffed and said no thanks.

*face palm*

To be honest I resisted Nirvana’s music in the beginning because it seemed like a symbol for everything that I thought was wrong in my life at the time. Friends I couldn’t trust and people I didn’t like were all raving about this music so I refused to like it, but over time {and a calming of teenage hormones} I couldn’t NOT love it. While on our honeymoon we moved heaven and earth trying, and failing, to get visa’s sorted to see them play in Slovenia in February ’94. It turned out to be their second last show ever, as they headed to Italy afterwards where Kurt overdosed. They returned home and just a month later he was dead.

This whole series touches on the music that represents a place or time, people and memories, but the music of Nirvana does all of that and more. It’s feelings, emotions, memories, people, a time, a place, me at seventeen. His voice stood out because of the sheer visceral force, his screams echoing how we were all feeling as we wondered if we’d never find a place in this fucked up world.

I might have missed out on living through The Stones and Zeppelin and The Beatles, but instead I went through my late teens with Nirvana. And I’m so glad.

He burned short and bright but the legacy he left behind is beautiful.

Thanks for the music guys.

  1. A-fucking-men! I was the same and didn’t appreciate them as much as the other grunge bands of the day. Everyone loved them and I secretly did too but didn’t want to be just like everyone else hahaha!
    Such a bummer you missed out seeing them, that would have been epic! xo


    1. Missed out twice! But I didn’t like Pearl Jam or any of the other bands AT ALL!!!


Leave a Reply

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

%d bloggers like this: