A lot of you may have forgotten about this. but as the seemingly endless round of stories and interviews related to Cobain's death aired that evening, I have to say that although I was sad, I wasn't exactly shocked and surprised to hear of his suicide. This might come off as kinda cold and unfeeling.
and the rest of the world, Cobain's demise was HUGE news in New Zealand. Then we quietly walked out to my car and drove back to her place, where we sat and watched several more hours of coverage on SkyNews. My girlfriend and I abandoned our plans to go to Strawberry Fare, and lingered for a few minutes in the hotel lobby watching the news coverage. That's how I first heard the news, and that's when everything I saw clicked. But the guy (who, by the way, I didn't know and never saw there at the Parkroyal ever again) literally grabbed my arm and all but shouted "Can you believe it? Kurt Cobain's dead." I thought for a split-second that I might have left something in the restaurant, or there was something wrong with the bill I just paid. Just before we got to the door, a hotel employee wearing slacks and a blazer emblazoned with the company logo hurriedly came up to us, with a weird look on his face. But I really wasn't paying attention, so nothing registered in my brain. There were a few TVs placed here and there around the lobby, and in hindsight I can recall seeing out of the corner of my eye brief images of a semi-recognizable face flashing across the screens - a young guy with dirty blond hair. After dinner, we grabbed our jackets from coat check and made our way through the Parkroyal's vast, cavernous glass atrium towards the street, headed for the dessert place.
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