Been A SonOne night, Courtney went to see the Dharma Bums at Satyricon. The opening act was Nirvana. Beneath his veener of stringy blonde hair, snarling vocals, and road-tour grime, the singer was strikingly beautiful - the kind of boy you could hang on a charm bracelet. When Kurt Cobain walked by her table after the show, he glared at her, and Courtney glared back.
He pulled up a chair a poured himself a beer from her pitcher, those achingly blue Charlie Manson eyes still fixed of hers (“I thought she looked like Nancy Spungen,” Kurt later said. “She looked like a classic punk-rock chick. I did feel attracted to her. Probably wanted to fuck her that night, but she left.”)
After they exchanged unpleasantries, Kurt handed her a Nirvana sticker.
“You’ve got Dave Pirner damage, ” Courtney said.
“Who?”
She gave him a disbelieving look. “The guys from Soul Asylum. You fuckin’ think you’re him, right?”
“Fuck you… ohhhh, I gotta go, there’s my girlfriend.”
Courtney glanced across the club at Tracy Marander, a voluptuous girl with flame-red hair for whom the caustic Nirvana song “About a Girl” was written. “She’s fat!”
“Bitch!” Kurt shoved Courtney out of her chair and wrestled her onto the floor. They tumbled drunkely in the morass of spilled beer and cigarette dregs. “Look at the fuckin’ lover-rocker from Onlympia!” Courtney sneered. “Isn’t her out of character!” As soon as the words had left her mout, Kurt leaned down and kissed her.
(Source: vomitogourmet, via kurtcobainluver4ever)
