It was with a mixture of surprise and sadness that, on Thursday morning, I learnt Chris Cornell had taken his own life. More than Nirvana or Pearl Jam, Soundgarden was the band that represented grunge for me, and it was a privilege to work with them. I remember Chris as an intense, introverted and gentle man, with otherworldly and piercing green eyes. Beyond the stage persona and the guitar riffs were a seriousness not often associated with rock stars but, above all, exquisitely personal lyrics, un unsettling and beautiful four-octave voice and a sense of searching. I guess the demons won.
One. Hard to pick a favorite Soundgarden song. This one always gave me the shivers. And it illustrate the struggle.
Two. This story, which appeared in the Atlantic, arrived to me from three different sources within 48 hours. It is a bit of a lengthy read but worth every word: could slavery still happen in America? The answer is yes, as this personal account shows, with more than a tinge of regret and attempt at reparation.
Three. It might be odd for a sixteen year old to marry his drama teacher, 25 years his senior, but the relationship between the newly elected French President, Emmanuel Macron, and Brigitte Trogneux has endured the test of time. I like that she kept her name and she will not become Mme Macron. I like that she dresses as she pleases. And I like that she has a sense of humor: “Emmanuel had to run now. In seven years, the main obstacle will have been my face.”
Four. We give life. And, apparently, brains too.
Five. I have mixed feelings about horoscopes. I read them and pretend not to believe them. Wherever you are on the horoscope spectrum, Chani Nicholas’ are a pleasure to read for the insight into human nature they offer and the personal style she brings to them.