and with this headline: Layne Staley, Alice In Chains Singer, Dead At 34, i’m hurtled back to 1994. i’m sure whenever one of the members of the bands i love die, i’ll be back in 1994. sitting at my desk at The Specator fielding calls from friends who want make sure i know. make sure i know that, kurt cobain had died.
alice in chains provided the soundtrack to the second half of my 21st year. shelley and i used to lock ourselves in the bubble and put “Dirt” in the CD-Player, turning it up to eardrum bursting levels. she’d talk of her unrequited love for boda and i’d whine about my unrequited flavor of the week (at that point it might have been jeff johnson or maybe the cute boy from my creative writing class).
i’m sure there are a lot of 30someting and pushing-30 former grungesters who are gonna be reeling from this news for a bit.