It is hard to succinclty describe in a blog what Nirvana lead singer Kurt Cobain meant to me, and how much it f***ed with me after he died. When I first heard Nirvana, and later saw them in concert in 1992 (I think) at the Cow Palace in San Francisco for a charity concert for rape victims in Bosnia, I thought a revolution was happening. Looking back, I was blissfully naive. Grunge gave way to uber-manufactured pop (which I'll admit, some of which I listen to) and the Clinton era gave way to the Bush coup d'etat. But for a few fleeting years, Kurt Cobain's influence dominated culture, and me personally (and continues to have a profound impact). In April, 1994 -- just days after his death -- I drove up the 405 in LA listening to KROQ which was playing every Nirvana song commerical-free in tribute. I distinctly remember the moment "Pennyroyal Tea" came on -- I swelled with tears and had to pull over to the shoulder of the freeway. This sounds cheesy, but that's how I felt. I love you Kurt, you are too beautiful for this world! Check out how others remembered Kurt Cobain in London and Seattle at BBC online.