Thanks, Kurt

When I was 15 and learning electric guitar i used to go home on Friday afternoons, turn up my amp (because there was no-one home to complain) and play Aneurysm and On A Plain as hard as i could. I'd jump around like a grunge animal and there would usually end up being blood spattered across the white pick-guard on my rental Godin and I'd collapse feeling like I got something out. Thanks, Kurt, for teaching me how to brood like a champ. And Happy Birthday.