Music That Raised Me (A Series): Part 1 – Nirvana
The first time I ever heard this band, I was sixteen. And of course, like most people, the first song I stumbled upon was Smells Like Teen Spirit . I didn’t know much back then. I just remember Krist Novoselic’s crazy bass, distorted guitar riff, the relentless drums of Dave Grohl, and the way Kurt Cobain's voice felt like it wasn’t trying to impress anyone. It wasn’t trying to be beautiful. It wasn’t trying to be perfect. It just was raw, and loud. I heard the song once and moved on and didn't think much of it. Three years passed. Now, I’m nineteen. And I’m writing this blog with a Nirvana playlist on loop, a ritual that’s turned into daily habit . Every growl, every scream, every mumble somehow mirrors what I feel but can’t put into words. Or won’t. I’ve been obsessed with music since I was fourteen, not just as something to pass time, but it fills the gaps between my thoughts. This time, it wasn’t through Teen Spirit . It was Come As You Are . The moment I heard the word “me...