I wasn’t ever a big Soundgarden fan, weirdly. I have these little gaps in my music history that get filled in slowly, if at all. It’s sorta weird though, given that when Cornell was doing his thing, it was all over the damned place just as I got myself into University. I was more of an Eddie Vetter man, myself, living inside of Pearl Jam.
That said, the whole scene was inescapable to me. It was all over my early University years. So, it was impossible not to be steeped in this stuff, and I did not mind. It was nice to have vocals like Cornell’s to sing along to, because I actually could. There was some kind of magic in the way this stuff sounded—it had a sultry side under the rock, and I loved that. I don’t know if many people got that who weren’t listening carefully. But every now and again, it would come out in unexpected ways:
Hell of a singer. Hope you’re in a better place, Chris. That was far, far too soon. Today, I feel a little bit older, yet again. As someone on Reddit said in the thread that’s currently discussing this unexpected loss, “we’re all just walking each other home.”
Yup, I guess we are.
Update: Suicide by hanging. Man, oh man. You just never know what battles are being fought between the ears of people. Be good to one another. Let’s walk home in peace. Sigh.