I’m not even sure where to go with this.
Mamma Mia! These days anything goes.
I’m sure the “Rape Me” interlude will be magical.
I really hope they go in a Gilbert & Sullivan direction musically.
I was a big fan of Nirvana back in the grungy days of my youth. That said, I don’t see how one could make a musical that would be taken seriously about Kurt and Courtney; what range of emotions would you portray? Were they ever anything but sarcastic and disenchanted?
The stage interpretation of Heart-shaped Box would be beautiful.
*I’ve been locked inside your heart shaped box for weeks.
I’ve been drawn into your magnet tar pit trap,
I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn black… *
If we all chip in $20 or so, can’t we buy Courtney Love enough heroin and make this all go away?
Those opera glasses are going to get in the way of a proper mosh pit.
I can see it ending on a downer…
I think the ultimate :facepalm: feeling I get comes from the irony of it - the guy took his own life in part because he couldn’t reconcile his requirement of punk/indie authenticity with the commercial success he realized…and that is being marketed as a Broadway show.
…having said that, the only way I see this working is if they break out the Kurt Cobain hologram.
No. No. No. A thousand times No.
Or you could decline old school.
I have a feeling it will end with a bang.
Ouch.
But if you think Courtney Love will allow the curtain to fall at Cobain’s death and NOT get her scene where she reads the letter he left…
That might be a little reductive. He did struggle mightily with that even though he courted popular success, but he took his own life because he suffered from extreme depression and drug addiction. That to one side, this sounds grotesque.
All fair. And while it is clearly reductive, it is the…hmm, the narrative?..of his life that is portrayed. Poor little authentic kid had too much talent and got too famous and couldn’t handle it. We killed him, with our crushing love. Or so it goes.
He was clearly ambitious - I found his cover of the Rolling Stone where he wore a hand-lettered “Corporate Magazines Suck” t-shirt do be hilariously silly. But - they *made *me be on the big bad magazine cover - I couldn’t do anything about it! But I maintained my cred, man…with this t-shirt.
He was a great songwriter and his voice was a unique-sounding instrument that was perfect to capture the angst his generation was feeling. After that, it gets complicated.
I’m sorry, but the idea of Nirvana with jazz hands really gives me a headache.
It would end with the narcissistic bitch crying with the fans as she gave away his clothes…
Nvmd.
Well played.