RIP Chris Cornell

mfc2006

still so hard to believe that he's gone.

joseph33

It still hasn't sunk in that he's gone. 

giventofly69

joseph33 said:

It still hasn't sunk in that he's gone. 

Same for me. 

RS65573

My wife said last night "do we have to watch and read all this every Friday" because that's when I watch all the stuff i miss all week. Which made me think man I guess that does suck. 

Then I realized. I've been watching and playing along to chris every Friday my whole life and our whole 15 year marriage. Now it's just different, and sad. I hope the guys take the rest of the year off and write thru it...show me how to live. 

Thoughts_Arrive

Had to write a couplet for my creative writing unit at university...

Black Days

Chris Cornell that man could really sing 

His voice to many a joy it sure did bring 

E.K

I still don't believe that he is gone either.  

dancinacrossthewater

Managed to surface the final Temple show https://wetransfer.com/downloads/b4a003500999a535f0e87a837640df2b20170614134911/57df14

HughFreakingDillon

jesus. just re-read his facebook post about the dream he had about Layne, posted on alternative nation. crying. 

https://www.alternativenation.net/chris-cornells-dream-layne-staley-eerie-angry/

demetrios

dancinacrossthewater said:

Managed to surface the final Temple show https://wetransfer.com/downloads/b4a003500999a535f0e87a837640df2b20170614134911/57df14

Thank you!!  

23scidoo

dancinacrossthewater said:

Managed to surface the final Temple show https://wetransfer.com/downloads/b4a003500999a535f0e87a837640df2b20170614134911/57df14

Thank you!

Vedd Hedd

selfishly, this one still stings.   Strangely, I have not been able to put this one past me yet. 

Suziemay

Vedd Hedd said:

selfishly, this one still stings.   Strangely, I have not been able to put this one past me yet. 

Not strange at all. I haven't either. Every time I'm at a venue that I saw Chris play at, I've felt extreme sadness.

EM194007

dancinacrossthewater said:

Managed to surface the final Temple show https://wetransfer.com/downloads/b4a003500999a535f0e87a837640df2b20170614134911/57df14

Thanks!!

my2hands

RS65573 said:

Josh Brolin’s eulogy from Chris Cornell’s funeral

I waited and listened, and suddenly I heard a faint chirp back down in the brush. There he was! Wanting very much to be rescued. Little green birds that talk are the needles in the haystacks formed of needles on top of a bed of a valley of needles.

But they sometimes chirp.”

Can't help but think Chris was talking about himself a little here... sounds like Brolin helped him through some things and Chris enjoyed his support and friendship

Suziemay

https://consequenceofsound.net/2017/06/alain-johannes-covers-chris-cornells-disappearing-one-on-acoustic-box-guitar-watch/

cp3iverson

Wow.  Id forgotten about his association with Eleven 

HughFreakingDillon

cp3iverson said:

Wow.  Id forgotten about his association with Eleven 

the "Canadian Chris Cornell" Ian Thornley also wrote and recorded with Alain et al. 

RS65573

my2hands said:

RS65573 said:

Josh Brolin’s eulogy from Chris Cornell’s funeral

I waited and listened, and suddenly I heard a faint chirp back down in the brush. There he was! Wanting very much to be rescued. Little green birds that talk are the needles in the haystacks formed of needles on top of a bed of a valley of needles.

But they sometimes chirp.”

Can't help but think Chris was talking about himself a little here... sounds like Brolin helped him through some things and Chris enjoyed his support and friendship

I didn't pick up on this but I think your right. Were you a lit major?

Our authors are musicians and we've read a lot of Chris's writing. I find it comforting to think he wrote this working thru the whys of life. 

It is dusk and there is a bird chirping outside my window right now. 

MA209067

It's been just under a month, and I'm still very much in the grieving process as I'm sure most here are. I did the only thing I know, which is to write some words down for the man that meant so much to us. I put this down about a week ago. Love to all. -Matt

 "It's been three weeks since Chris Cornell took his life. It's a strange sensation to openly weep for someone who you never met personally. Although our flesh never met through a handshake, and my voice certainly didn't echo louder than the thousands of others who enthusiastically vocalized their support at the numerous Soundgarden and Temple of the Dog shows I attended, the personal effect he had on my life is more profound than ever now that he no longer roams this earth. 

    I've always had the musical taste of someone who is 12-15 years older. I love rock n' roll. I love AC/DC as much, if not more, than I love Radiohead. I love the 90's alternative scene, specifically Seattle. The "classic rock" streak that was instilled in me at an early age is thanks to my parents penchant for playing those glorious sounds in the car on whichever particular endeavor we were on at the time. I fell in love with the dark sounds of the Pacific Northwest. At a time when Nirvana was still glamorized, I carried a torch for Eddie Vedder and Chris Cornell. Hark! The herald angels sing, that one can be dark, broody, mysterious, poetic, vulnerable, feminine, masculine, elegiac, damaged goods, beautiful, and broken, all while playing very, very loud. The importance of a song, a band, a lyric, a moment at a show can be misunderstood and scoffed at by folks who don't share the same gene. It takes about two sentences of trying to explain the sensation to someone who doesn't get it before the quizzical look and confounding questions start to roll in. It hits you or it doesn't. One person's treasure is another person's opportunity to look at their phone. This is why I usually go to concerts alone. (No offense to past girlfriends). 

     Soundgarden was an enigma in the Seattle scene. They carried a torch for the big bands of the 70's as well as the punk bands that actively despised that same 70's bloat. Chris had long hair, took his shirt off onstage, had one of the most glorious, scorch-of-the-earth, brutalizing voices that rock n' roll has ever heard. The way he swooped in over the heavy minor chords that Kim played, while Matt and Ben not only held down the rhythm, but built a foundation sturdy enough for him to swing a wrecking ball at without knocking the house down, was beauty incarnate. To scream WHILE singing, that was his genius. The ability to safely land the entire operation on the runway while piloting a plane that was built to crash. It was majestic. Genre? No, they were simply themselves. The natural thing for someone with his talent to do in the 80's would've been to follow the prototype laid down by the hair metal scene and sing about getting laid and having fun. Instead he brooded about depression, isolation, and the existential void, matching the heaviness of his band's music with equally heavy prose. There would be no girls dancing on the hood of a car in Soundgarden videos. 

    Even in this post-mortem time, it's a shame how underrated Badmotorfinger, Superunknown, and Down on the Upside are in the rock n' roll pantheon. They're heavy, they're melodic, they're unapologetically bad ass. As in, fuck shoulder pads and post-patterns, THIS is pure masculine artistic expression. Machismo is often looked down upon for good reason, but in this case, it should be in a museum. It's art. It's beautiful. It's aggressive. Deal with it. 

    The lyrics were composed of twilight-twentieth-century melancholy. "Candles burning yesterday. Somebody's best friend died." "The words you say, never seem to live up to the ones inside your head. The lives we make, never seem to ever get us anywhere but dead" "Just when everyday seemed to greet me with a smile, sunspots have faded, now I'm doing time....sure don't mind a change" "If you live you can fall to pieces, and suffer with my ghost." "Fear is strong, and love's for everyone who isn't me." The most haunting being "To live like a murder, but to die, just like suicide." There was a profound sadness that permeated his songs. He was in touch with the human condition; acutely aware of the mess that we dwell in. It's an affliction that so many feel, and the reason that his words, and the musical accompaniment that came along with them, resonated so deeply with millions. 

    Unless you've dealt with depression personally, suicide probably plays as foreign and immature. It faces off against our inherent desire to live. It's unnatural until you've felt the deep, all encompassing, mental and physical squeeze that is depression. The ideation of a pain-free existence seems so freeing that one will do the unthinkable. If you don't understand it, consider yourself lucky. You're not special, you're simply able to exist without the burden of that blanketed black ooze that drowns even the most intelligent, inspiring, and beautiful of our species. You're not allowed to enjoy the great art that is manifested through the grappling with the inherent- nothingness of life and then scoff when that same nothingness takes over the artist. Say thank you and be thankful. 

"No one sings like you anymore". They never will. RIP beautiful soul. You were a dark prince, and your voice provided vitality to rock n' roll fans everywhere. With love forever."

SmallestOceans

^This was perfect. Thank you.