Today way before dawn, while reading the New York Times brief, my jaw dropped. NOOOOO. Chris Cornell died at age 52. He was such an integral part of my self-identity in the early '90s; I loved grunge music, went to the concerts, and wore flannel with a fabulous zig. :) A part of me fell on a black day. One more time. Right here. Listen up. R.I.P. He joins the other movers among the grunge legends...Nirvana, Temple of the Dog ....
My daughter said, "Wait....You liked this music?"
"Wayyyy before kids, honey," I said.
"Who were you?" she said with a drifty voice. I smiled.
Evolution of the self matters.