#mark lenegan

In the spring of '89, Nirvana played a show at the community center in my hometown of Ellensburg, Washington. They completely blew me away; it was like seeing the Who in their prime. After two songs some jerk who worked there stopped the show — they'd gone over their time limit because the ten local bands who opened had gone over their time. So they just stood there for a second and then Krist started throwing his bass in the air, up to the top of this 20-foot ceiling, and catching it with one hand. Meanwhile Kurt was letting his amp go loud as hell, and their road manager got in a fistfight with the jerk guy. The whole thing was completely crazed. And this was in Ellensburg, of all places. I still believe to this day that it's the best fucking band I've ever seen. And I miss the guy more than I could ever express.