The cool thing about posthumous tragic-rock-star documentaries is the fresh insight from old friends and still-smitten fans and sheepish surviving accomplices, the raw intimacy of the childhood home movies and illicit backstage footage, the cheesy vintage TV appearances, the nerd arcana, and most of all the… »
It’s not often that a film stays with you days after you’ve watched it. But Montage of Heck, Brett Morgen’s extensive, beautiful, and devastating documentary on late Nirvana frontman Kurt Cobain, utterly sticks to your ribs.
"Has the 'Libertarian Moment' Finally Arrived?" the New York Times Magazine wonders today. More importantly: If Ron Paul is Nirvana, does that make Gary Johnson Soundgarden? »
We know we touched on this Friday, but it stuck in our craw over the weekend. Turns out that Courtney Love, an entirely stable person who should absolutely be trusted with one of the more valuable music catalogs of the last 50 years, has sold the rights to Nirvana's "Breed" to be played on the Major League Baseball… »