Friday, November 21, 2014

Heavier than Heaven-- book review

I jumped at the chance to borrow my friend's copy of this book to read on vacation.

I don't typically read biographies, but every so often I'll find one that sparks my interest.  

Being a teen in the 90s, Nirvana was played often on my radio.  It plays a heavy part in the soundtrack of my youth.  I remember sitting in my room watching the video for "Teen Spirit" for the first time and thinking that these guys? Just get it. They weren't writing silly teeny bopper songs, but knew how hard life was during those hormone filled years.  
There are people who will argue that Nirvana was one of those bands that forever changed the face of music.   I would tend to agree. 
To date- both Nevermind and theirUnplugged  albums are still two of my favorites.   

Which is probably why I enjoyed the book so much.  It was like getting a glimpse into the backstage of Kurt's life during those days. 

The author interviewed the remaining members of the band, Kurt's grandfather, several family members and friends.   All in all, it covers 400 interviews and 4 years of research.  He was given access to Kurt's journals that Courtney Love had held on to all of these years as well as several other collections of their papers stored in trash bags.  It traces the musician's past back to the troubled youth in a double wide trailer to his drug induced haze of rock n roll fame.

Knowing this book was NOT going to have a happy ending made me dread getting to the final chapters.   So much of me wanted to be able to rewrite history so that Kurt never left the mental hospital and never bought the gun.    Several questions were answered, but at the same time I was left with just as many "what-ifs."

If you're a fan of Nirvana, I highly recommend this biography.  It was thoroughly researched and  extremely well-written.  Cross is not only a talented author, but also a fan.  I couldn't put the book down even though I already knew the ending.

I also found this article from Rolling Stone magazine interviewing the author when he released his second book about Cobain and his research into the biography.

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

First Loves

I've spent more time than I'd like to admit thinking about the future spouses of my children.  What type of people are they going to fall in love with and welcome into our family.   What kind of marriage will they have-- I'm hoping it will be a happy one filled with love.   I hope they marry someone who will challenge their thinking and make them better people.  My children are wonderful, amazing people.  I want them to find someone to be their partner and deserving of their gifts. 

In order to find their intended mate, they have to date, but the idea of my babies dating terrifies me.  Partially, it's because I know first hand the side effects of teenage dating and difficult a road that can be.  And also because it will involve heart break, but mostly because I don't see them as old enough to be old enough to go to movies alone or parties.  It still feels as if I should be holding their hands to cross the street and getting hand print ornaments from their teachers at Christmas time.  

When I look at my beautiful kids, I see some of the bravest, smartest and kindest people I know.   They make me laugh and drive me crazy on a daily basis.

Sadly, they're growing up and are actually old enough to date. The oldest is more content to have group dates and hang out with friends.  The middle one finally has his first girlfriend.

And as difficult as it is for me to watch my little grow up, these two are the cutest couple I've ever seen.  He has had a crush on her since they met in 6th grade.   They started as friends and she finally agreed to be his girlfriend this year.   The good guy actually got the girl.

Anyone who can make my kid smile like this?  Is pretty okay in my book. 

Saturday, November 15, 2014

Back into the swing of things

I have things to say.  And I've meant to write posts about these things.   But one missed blogging day turned into two; two turned into a week.  And here we are.

It became easy to just not write.    But there was a little voice in my head telling me when something would be a good topic.  Or a snapshot of my life should be shared and saved for future recollections.

So here I am, dusting off my keyboard and getting back into the swing of things.

Topics we need to cover include books, upcoming movies, stupid laws passed in my state, how in the world Thanksgiving and Christmas are RIGHT AROUND THE CORNER and my kid's senior year.

Yes.  Senior.  As in, his last year of high school before going out into the world.  How did this happen?  How is he on the cusp of turning 18?    Naturally I'm handling all of this by spending hours on Pinterest planing graduation parties and avoiding the reality of thinking about him going away to college in less than a year.

As a random closing anecdote, I tried Starbucks' new Chestnut Praline Latte yesterday.   It isn't going to replace my favorite winter red cup drink of the Peppermint Mocha, but it's a close second for sure.
Have you tried it?