This one hurts real bad.


my apologies if i offended earlier. it was sincerely not my intent. just trying to process it, and just grasping at straws to make sense of it.tbergs said:Thanks for reiterating my point, it's your opinion on his death. Leave it to your personal conversations. This thread is for mourning, remembering and celebrating the brilliant artist Chris was, not for people to bring their conspiracy theories and speculation around his death.rgambs said:Not everyone shares your opinion. It's that simple.tbergs said:Not trying to be rude, but can people just stop with the speculative guessing about what happened, especially as it relates to the "misadventure" comments. Speculating it was an accident is one thing, but taking it beyond that is disrespectful and unnecessary. I don't get why anyone would bring up such things. It's gossip unless something comes out otherwise. Have some respect. We're all obviously at a loss and looking for an answer, but unless we ever get one, these speculations are no better than that random stranger writer who tried to point out there were all these signs Chris exhibited during the concert that night.
You should track down the live in sweden bootleg. It was an acoustic radio station set that cornell did, that was broadcast on FM radio in Sweden. It basically jumpstarted that solo acoustic touring career that soundbook came from. It's an amazing recording and is widely circulated.mace1229 said:Took this tragedy to finally get a few more solo albums I've been meaning to get.. one being Songbook. Looked for it on vinyl, was selling 5 days ago for $35, now its $135. I saw a rumor they are being repressed, anyone know if that is true?
Got a digital version, and am kicking myself not not listening to it for the last 5 years.
That 1st Audioslave record is a masterpiecedimitrispearljam said:On a cobweb afternoon
In a room full of emptiness
By a freeway I confess
I was lost in the pages
Of a book full of death
Reading how we'll die alone
And if we're good, we'll lay to rest
Anywhere we want to goIn your house I long to be
Room by room patiently
I'll wait for you there
Like a stone
I'll wait for you there
AloneOn my deathbed I will pray
To the gods and the angels
Like a pagan to anyone
Who will take me to heaven
To a place I recall
I was there so long ago
The sky was bruised
The wine was bled
And there you led me onIn your house I long to be
Room by room patiently
I'll wait for you there
Like a stone
I'll wait for you there
AloneAloneAnd on I read
Until the day was gone
And I sat in regret
Of all the things I've done
For all that I've blessed
And all that I've wronged
In dreams until my death
I will wander onIn your house I long to be
Room by room patiently
I'll wait for you there
Like a stone
I'll wait for you there
AloneAlone
It was May 2017. Until now, I didn't know how to open up here regarding Chris' passing. I put on Higher Truth today, for perhaps only the second time. I don't even know. Music has a strange place in my life. I can't live without it, but I tend to run through the usual suspects, mostly electric and harder. Unless I'm in a darker place. Then I listen to more acoustic stuff. Mood music. Though, for reasons unknown, Chris' solo albums, have not been in the rotation. Why? I don't know. But today is dark. Very dark. And not just today. But the last few. So I turned to Higher Truth. And I'm in a better place. Less dark. So, like you, I've been overcome by Chris' passing. So I share the story of the first time my best friend, who was taken by cancer a few years ago, and I saw Pearl Jam and Soundgarden.
It was October 1991. Ten was released. Free promo copy from the record store I worked at. Work? That wasn't work. Paid to play. Throw Ten into my CD player on the way home. WTF!! (or whatever the equivalent was in 1991). Return to the store the next day. Find my co-worker. What was his name? He shared with me his wisdom. The history of the Pacific Northwest Music Scene. End the day. Arms full of CDs. Soundgarden dominating the take.
It was April 1992. My friend and I saw Soundgarden at a small place in Houston called the Unicorn. It was a hollowed out grocery store. Converted into a rock club. Hallowed ground. We were there to see Pearl Jam. But. Unbeknownst to me. At the time. A forever memory. Pearl Jam and Soundgarden. We were so excited. We arrived real early. Snuck in for Soundgarden’s soundcheck. Hung around after. See Kim Thayil getting food from the buffet with the road crew. There’s video somewhere with my friend on MTV with Duff, an MTV VJ. I hid from the MTV cameras, but he jumped right in. Concert starts. We are first row. Crushed up against the stage. Mike's side. (hence the location in my signature). My friend lasts until half way through PJ's set. Crowd surging forward. Crushing us up against the stage. These were the days when there was no barrier or security between you and the band. Ed dove into the crowd. Crowd shifted. My friend escapes the front of the stage. My hero, even then, sailing above my outstretched arms. An amazing place to be. An amazing time to...be. Then came the headliner. Mesmerized by Chris' vocals. Matt's drums. Kim's guitar. I have no idea what they played that night. But remember it being an amazing set. Wishing they played Big Dumb Sex. My girlfriend at the time loved that song....or loved teasing me with it. Either way. A great song. Soundgarden played like the Rock Gods that they were and are. Until.
It was May 2017. That night in April 1992 is my greatest music memory. I saw Soundgarden several times afterwards including Lolla 92, opening for GnR, etc. But. Nothing will top that night in April 1992. Youth. You will be missed. Chris. You will be missed more.
"On what tomorrow holds for you. I’ll be waiting. At the end of every road you choose."
You know, I am 27. I am the kind of guy who usually thinks "fuck, I should have been born 10 years before in another country" (a little bit stupid actually, anyway...) and each time I watch and "old" (for me) movie, or gig on youtube, I do envy those guys who were part of it.KV4053 said:It was May 2017. Until now, I didn't know how to open up here regarding Chris' passing. I put on Higher Truth today, for perhaps only the second time. I don't even know. Music has a strange place in my life. I can't live without it, but I tend to run through the usual suspects, mostly electric and harder. Unless I'm in a darker place. Then I listen to more acoustic stuff. Mood music. Though, for reasons unknown, Chris' solo albums, have not been in the rotation. Why? I don't know. But today is dark. Very dark. And not just today. But the last few. So I turned to Higher Truth. And I'm in a better place. Less dark. So, like you, I've been overcome by Chris' passing. So I share the story of the first time my best friend, who was taken by cancer a few years ago, and I saw Pearl Jam and Soundgarden.
It was October 1991. Ten was released. Free promo copy from the record store I worked at. Work? That wasn't work. Paid to play. Throw Ten into my CD player on the way home. WTF!! (or whatever the equivalent was in 1991). Return to the store the next day. Find my co-worker. What was his name? He shared with me his wisdom. The history of the Pacific Northwest Music Scene. End the day. Arms full of CDs. Soundgarden dominating the take.
It was April 1992. My friend and I saw Soundgarden at a small place in Houston called the Unicorn. It was a hollowed out grocery store. Converted into a rock club. Hallowed ground. We were there to see Pearl Jam. But. Unbeknownst to me. At the time. A forever memory. Pearl Jam and Soundgarden. We were so excited. We arrived real early. Snuck in for Soundgarden’s soundcheck. Hung around after. See Kim Thayil getting food from the buffet with the road crew. There’s video somewhere with my friend on MTV with Duff, an MTV VJ. I hid from the MTV cameras, but he jumped right in. Concert starts. We are first row. Crushed up against the stage. Mike's side. (hence the location in my signature). My friend lasts until half way through PJ's set. Crowd surging forward. Crushing us up against the stage. These were the days when there was no barrier or security between you and the band. Ed dove into the crowd. Crowd shifted. My friend escapes the front of the stage. My hero, even then, sailing above my outstretched arms. An amazing place to be. An amazing time to...be. Then came the headliner. Mesmerized by Chris' vocals. Matt's drums. Kim's guitar. I have no idea what they played that night. But remember it being an amazing set. Wishing they played Big Dumb Sex. My girlfriend at the time loved that song....or loved teasing me with it. Either way. A great song. Soundgarden played like the Rock Gods that they were and are. Until.
It was May 2017. That night in April 1992 is my greatest music memory. I saw Soundgarden several times afterwards including Lolla 92, opening for GnR, etc. But. Nothing will top that night in April 1992. Youth. You will be missed. Chris. You will be missed more.
"On what tomorrow holds for you. I’ll be waiting. At the end of every road you choose."
It feels so surreal that I shouldn’t be typing this. I shouldn’t be home. At this very moment I should be downtown at the Fillmore listening to Chris’s voice belting out an encore of Rusty Cage or maybe Jesus Christ Pose. I wear scrubs to work but took my “going to a concert after work clothes” with me today. Kind of stupid but I guess that’s a part of the denial stage. Also in a little denial I drove by the Fillmore tonight after work. It was, very appropriately, raining like crazy but there were a few brave gentle souls camped out holding a vigil in front a of the venue with several bouquets of flowers tied to the fence. That’s when I really lost it. Gutted…