The Greatest Regret Of My Life

It’s Saturday night, late show. Band’s on stage, and they’re really good. As a matter of fact, all the bands that have played are really good. The band on stage has a girl singer. Their music reminds me of NIRVANA. I think it’s the guitar sound. 

Let’s go back, 1990. I’m going to school in Chapel Hill, North Carolina. I’ve recently started a band, and I’m trying to come up with a name for the band. I’m reading Jack Kerouac’s Dharma Bums, and he talks about the concept of Nirvana. I think, that’d be a good name for the band. NIRVANA. It’s epic. I jot it down for a name to suggest to my bandmates. 

A week later, I’m at a coffee shop called Hardback Cafe. I’m drinking coffee out of a glass cup. A guy walks in I’m acquainted with and he’s wearing a t-shirt that says, NIRVANA Bleach. I walk up to him, say, I like your t-shirt. Is that a band?  He says, yeah, they’re awesome. I say, that sucks. I was thinking about using the name NIRVANA for my band name. He says, yeah. You should go see them. They’re playing Cat’s Cradle next Tuesday. I say, cool, man. I’ll check it out. 

Couple weeks go by, I see the same guy, I say, damn. I totally forgot about that show. How was it?

He says, it was amazing. There was like seven people there. 

Then fast forward a year, my roommate calls me into her room. She’s got her stereo cranked. She says, you gotta hear this song. It’s incredible. I listen to it, yeah, it’s a game changer. I say, who is it?

She says, it’s a band called NIRVANA. Song’s called Smells Like Teen Spirit. 

Oh shhhhhhhittt. 

I look back on missing that NIRVANA show. It’s not so bad. I’ve only regretted it

37,562 times. 

-Clint Curtis
  

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s