By Eric Erlandson
"Nearly 20 years after the demise of Kurt Cobain, a chum and fellow musician not just keeps to mourn his suicide, but additionally rages opposed to the tradition that he holds dependable. those fifty two 'letters' . . . mix the subject material of the Byrds' 'So You Wanna Be a Rock and Roll Star' with the fury of Allen Ginsberg's Howl . . . A catharsis for the author and maybe for the reader as well."
"A touching and enlightening number of prose poems addressed to [Erlandson's] departed friend."
--The San Francisco Bay Guardian
"Erlandson eventually involves phrases along with his loss in fifty two prose-poem letters ostensibly addressed to Cobain during which he straightforwardly confronts his internal demons whereas providing own reflections on meals, drug abuse, demise, and self-sabotage."--Booklist
"The reverberations of Kurt's suicide final to at the present time, and feature touched the lives of many. Dozens of individuals can have written their very own model of this bracingly candid ebook; Eric Erlandson has written one, jam-packed with rage and love, landmined with aspect, which can stand for them all."
--Michael Azerrad, writer of Come As you're: the tale of Nirvana
"Eric was once the spirit-boy within the Nirvana/Hole dynamic. Quiet, bemused, clever, and interestingly intuitive to the ability of hugging the satan, to assert we are going to all be ok . . . Eric expresses how captivating Kurt used to be, how the complete scene used to be, together with his considerate, radical adult/prose love. bring about the long run, darling."--Thurston Moore, musician
"Eric. He used to be constantly there: supportive, gazing, within the thick of it. Hidden in undeniable sight . . . with out him, I can't think Seattle or L.A. or a dozen different areas. This publication is gorgeous, brutal, short. Happy-sad eloquence. Boy Scouts fidgeting with the complimentary cologne within the center of the ghost city. take heed to the fellow. He knows."
--Everett True, writer of Nirvana: The Biography
Letters to Kurt is an anguished, indignant, and soft meditation at the octane and ether of rock and roll and its many moons: intercourse, medicines, suicide, status, and rage. It's half Dream Songs, half Bukowski, Ferlinghetti, Ginsberg, and the conflict. Rants, reflections, and gunshot fill those fifty-two prose poems. they're uncooked, humorous, unhappy, and looking out. it will make a stunning ebook for a person who enjoyed Nirvana and gap and the time and position whilst their tune replaced every little thing. eventually, it's an elegy for Kurt and the "suicide idols" who tragically fail to discover salvation of their remarkable music.