Grunge (the way i remember it)

the shotgun blast sounded from Seattle to Alabama

the Lyrics were like gravity to me then

Their downward spiral(s) happened on camera

burned on vinyl (the baby chasing the dollar bill)

i can't really remember 

when i first heard 

His broken voice 

over an open chord

i think it may have been mid winter

i was a teenager awkward & anxious

this music was the only thing that mattered 

(along with a handful of books)

what was it? (the only thing of importance)

Cobain, Eddie Vedder & J.D. Salinger...

some of these Artists were martyrs

or so i believed at the time

i saw Their stripes 

Their nylon straps

Their tortured eyes 

above flannel covered tracks

i could listen to Them confide

They would speak through my speakers

i slept with my guitar on my lap

This meant something

i still may not

quite grasp what....