Interview with Leland Cobain
Leland Cobain isn't quick to offer alternatives for his grandson's cause of
death but the way the gun rested neatly on Kurt's body makes him wonder if
suicide was the real reason.
By Jeff Burlingame
Daily World A&E editor
It's the blue eyes that nail you. Transfixing, piercing and eerily familiar
they're everywhere this week. Watching you while you're shopping. Peeking at
you while you flip past them in search of a favorite TV show. Stirring pots
of homemade spaghetti sauce on a stove in Montesano.
Eighty years of knowledge lie behind those eyes with nary a fact forgotten,
save for the name of a just-introduced acquaintance or an insignificant
piece of daily minutiae. But not family Leland Cobain remembers everything
about them. The excellent artwork of his late wife, Iris, and son, Jim. The
suicides of two of his brothers. The precious few visits with
great-granddaughter Frances.
And nearly everything about grandson Kurt Cobain, the rock 'n' roll legend
who shared the same spellbinding blue eyes. Those who travel across the
world, phone cross-country or invest 37 cents in a stamp to hear that
particular legend and there are many wouldn't have it any other way. "I
don't mind talking about it," Leland Cobain says. "I was very proud of Kurt.
I answer their letters. When I get a letter, if it's interesting, I'll sit
down and answer it right then. I don't put it off. I never get tired of it."
Leland Cobain's use of the past tense in reference to his grandson began on
April 8, 1994. That's when his wife answered a phone call from Kurt's
distraught mother, Wendy O'Connor. It wasn't the news Leland Cobain, his
wife, or thousands of others for that matter, wanted to hear. "It was pretty
sad," Leland Cobain says. "I didn't believe it. I couldn't believe it was
suicide. Still don't."
Leland Cobain isn't quick to offer alternatives for his grandson's cause of
death but the way the gun rested neatly on Kurt's body makes him wonder if
suicide was the real reason. Unlike many who've had a loved one die by their
own hand, he isn't in denial, just curious for answers and fueled by books
and reports he's read about murder plots and suspicious deaths of people
involved in the investigation and a thorough knowledge of his grandson's
character.
"People always say he was on the dope, but I'll tell you what, when he came
to visit us he was never on the dope," Leland Cobain says. "He was as
clear-eyed as you and I."
There are many in the world whose eyes weren't clear, including Leland and
Iris Cobain's, 10 years ago this week when Kurt Cobain was found dead above
the garage of his Seattle home. His death certificate lists the cause as
suicide by a self-inflicted shotgun wound, the official date: April 5, 1994,
three days before his body was discovered by an electrician.
In the less than three years Kurt Cobain and his band, Nirvana, were on top
of the rock 'n' roll world from shortly after the release of 1991's
trend-changing, 14-million selling "Nevermind" to his premature death at 27
he changed the direction of music for all time.
A high school dropout from Aberdeen had knocked Garth Brooks and Michael
Jackson from the Billboard charts. In "Smells Like Teen Spirit," he'd
produced the "Stairway
to Heaven" of an angst-riddled generation a song bound to become a classic
rock radio staple for decades and generations to follow. He put a stick pin
in the Aberdeen dot on the musical map, yet it remains a place many in the
city seem reluctant to be.
"I'm not sure why there isn't anything anywhere," Leland Cobain says. "Like
a sign, I think that'd be a good deal. A lot of these tourists, they'd be
going by with their kids, heading to Ocean Shores or Westport and they'd see
that sign and say, C'mon, Dad, I want to stop and see that.' "
Underneath the North Aberdeen Bridge where Kurt Cobain's tarp once
supposedly sprung a leak, a deserted pink rose lies decaying into the muddy
banks of the Wishkah River.
Likely dropped by a fan as tribute to a fallen hero, the flower is
surrounded by empty Budweiser cans, plastic 7-Eleven grocery bags and a
pristine "Nevermind" CD, held upright by a drying, well-placed dab of
malodorous mud.
A rusty water pipe guards entrance to the makeshift shrine and is adorned
with a scribbled and faded "COME AS YOU ARE" in weather-weakened white
chalk. Hundreds of similar scratchings are under the bridge, many faded,
many more fresh. All intended to honor a man 10 years dead that none of the
authors knew but all traveled long distances to try to:
Kurt, I live in NY. I traveled all the way to see this. I want you to know
that for years I've listened to you. I believe you are here for all of us.
No one will ever forget your impact on Aberdeen. If only you could have
known all this, maybe you would have stayed then I could meet you when I
come from France.
Kurt Cobain's death inspired generations of lyrics, troubled teens' suicides
and wannabe artists minds filled with guilt, failed prosperity and hopeful
desire. Yet the effect on Kurt Cobain's hometown was minimal. Ten years
later, it still is. The Beatles have Liverpool. Elvis has Memphis. Kurt
Cobain has Aberdeen, where there's little to remember him but a bridge he
may or may not have slept under.
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