I was reading NME this week, and looking at photos from the new book Cobain Unseen. Rolling Stone have apparently described it as "A remarkable revealing visual history of Cobain’s private life". I find this quite depressing, although as a huge Nirvana fan, inevitably appealing.
Depressing because I've got the journals and although I find them endlessly fascinating, I can't help feeling a little like I am intruding when I read extracts (is it really any of my business? I wouldn't read a friend's diary, but I will read the diaries of a man I have never met and who isn't here to give me his permission). This will only be compounded when I can look at his own personal photos (interestingly, the picture on the cover is one of only a very small number that Kurt actually liked of himself)
So, I'll no doubt be buying the book, but will feel just a little disgusted with myself for doing so.
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