song 082 : Dark Pool (Suburban Legends + Outtakes)

I started out thinking about my black cat Jett walking through some bamboo. When I improvise songs I rarely get the whole picture at once, I get a first line that usually starts with some trivial memory or fantasy or observation and I follow that first line, vision by vision as they arrive in my head, and on the good ones like this one something much deeper emerges than what I would have come up with had I sat down to write a song the old fashioned way.

This is more a story than a song, I do some singing but more story telling. I was thinking what if Kurt really did kill himself? What would he be experiencing as he walked down the green tunnel past the dark pool into that room? (I’m a morbid Capricorn who liked In Utero so much it was the only I thing I listened to for a year in my Mitsubishi Mighty Max which I never should have lent to Tia.)

Listen to Grit’s insane bass moans like a viola mourning in the background towards the end.

Even though I never met him, I miss Kurt.


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