My Reflections on Chris Cornell

Soundgarden at the Tabernacle in Atlanta, GA on 7 May 2013
Today in Colorado

 

Well, just when I thought we were in for sunny days, another snowstorm hit Colorado.  It is a partly cloudy day in Seattle, but it is obvious that Seattle’s tears just carried over to the snow in Colorado.

Chris Cornell passed away yesterday. Having grown up a teenager in the 90s, I instantly became a fan of major Seattle bands such as Cornell’s Soundgarden, Pearl Jam, Nirvana, and Alice in Chains. I have had the pleasure of seeing Soundgarden and Pearl Jam live in concert.  I know that Seattle music legends such as Kurt Cobain, Andrew Wood, and Layne Staley are deceased, but the death of any of these icons really hits you when you have witnessed that person up close and at his craft.

Listening to the burgeoning Seattle area bands was a really big deal for a brown kid growing up in racist southeast Georgia.  I always had the solace of escaping to my bedroom and cranking up the stereo to Soundgarden,  Pearl Jam, and Nirvana.  With all the deaths of music icons, it can seem as if a part of your childhood is slowly fading away.

I am grateful for the music of Chris Cornell and his charitable endeavors. My sincerest condolences go out to his family and friends.  At least the music will always live on, and we have our memories.

But for now Seattle’s tears are masked in Colorado’s snow.

Awww, summer is back.

I know I don’t have any pictures to share, but that’s because I’ve been too busy actually enjoying our new sun shiny weather here in Colorado.  We were rock climbing all day long yesterday and I was awake from sunrise to sunset late in the evening.  A lot of brightness is all around nowadays and I am looking forward to camping soon as well.

In a few weeks I’ll be making my way to Red Rocks to check out Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers on their 40th anniversary tour.  I consider myself fortunate to be able to get a ticket to the show and am counting down the days.  It’s only the waiting that is the hardest part. (Yeah, I know that sounded kind of cheesy. I couldn’t resist.)