A friend lent me this tour doco on VHS when I was maybe 10. I became obsessed with the band (and KC) and all the bands and artists around them at that time. It instilled a sense of the importance of authentic expression in art (over commercial concerns) which is still in my bones today.
I missed it because I was too busy being unborn, and I don’t think I’m ever going to get over it. Also wish I could’ve seen Kurt and Courtney at the “Rock against Rape” performance, allegedly the only time they ever shared a stage!
The occupation persists, the oppression persists, the torture persists.
The occupiers are psychotic and their work is never finished.
People who’ve paid attention won’t be surprised by this photo from Gaza.
