To me Nirvana’s music was ugly. It sounded ugly, like the product of corrupt souls and dirty hearts. I have always resented the notion that Cobain and his music spoke for my so-called generation. I don’t even know what in the hell Generation X is, as if I’m supposed to have something in common with people who were born 16 years after I was in 1964. To me, the younger people born at the tail end of the artificial Generation X window will always be children, foolish children who are largely responsible for elevating Cobain and his ugly music and ugly death to a higher level of emotional and cultural significance than I think they deserve.