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Written by BexyMeadows in portal Seattle Refined

Magnificent Horizon

This empty hallway, echoes of your voice.

Shadowed with rust,

the whispering calm, crash of waves,

In the distance.

Remind me of my younger years,

Remind me of my strengths & fears.

Armed to face another day,

Bold, due to your memory.

These bright, open meadows remind me of you:

The calm, gentle wind blowing through.

Combing through grass, subtle wind,

Just as you ease my soul, from within.

The strength of the tide has pulled you in,

But none of us Is free from sin.

And, this, we know was not just you,

A powerful force overcame, overthrew.

Fierce as we may feel to justify that day,

May we all see the horizon-

As although the sun sets, our eyes on,

no one can deny it's magnificence.

The essence of your shadow is the moon,

Illuminating us in darkness.

Even in the blackest, most solitaire night,

In your harmonies, we find solace-

In your remnants.

I find comfort from within, knowing

You will sing to us again-

Howling at the gates

Of sweet heaven

#chriscornell #poetry #art #originalart #soundgarden #audioslave #templeofthedog 

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Written by BexyMeadows in portal Seattle Refined
Magnificent Horizon
This empty hallway, echoes of your voice.
Shadowed with rust,
the whispering calm, crash of waves,
In the distance.

Remind me of my younger years,
Remind me of my strengths & fears.
Armed to face another day,
Bold, due to your memory.

These bright, open meadows remind me of you:
The calm, gentle wind blowing through.
Combing through grass, subtle wind,
Just as you ease my soul, from within.

The strength of the tide has pulled you in,
But none of us Is free from sin.
And, this, we know was not just you,
A powerful force overcame, overthrew.

Fierce as we may feel to justify that day,
May we all see the horizon-
As although the sun sets, our eyes on,
no one can deny it's magnificence.

The essence of your shadow is the moon,
Illuminating us in darkness.
Even in the blackest, most solitaire night,
In your harmonies, we find solace-
In your remnants.

I find comfort from within, knowing
You will sing to us again-
Howling at the gates
Of sweet heaven

#chriscornell #poetry #art #originalart #soundgarden #audioslave #templeofthedog 

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Written by Batattoo in portal Seattle Refined

Silent Comfort

Black ink from my reservoir pen,

twists on an uncontrolled surface.

Like a contorted vane too tired to revolve,

I compose in my head my last contentions.

The last thing I wanted to do, was to hurt any of you.

For reasons you just can't see, the pressure was getting to me.

My demons were not effortless,

a dark coil inside of me needed to be released.

It was like lacerating a butterflies wings.

I hunger for you to know I never meant to cease.

The last thing I wanted to do, was to hurt any of you.

For reasons you just can't see, the pressure was getting to me.

I recognize I don't need your absolution, and you don't need mine.

Take every segment of me including my love, compassion and voice

and transmit it to the masses. 

Find solace that I am now where I need to be.

The last thing I wanted to do, was to hurt any of you.

For reasons you just can't see, the pressure was getting to me.

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Written by Batattoo in portal Seattle Refined
Silent Comfort
Black ink from my reservoir pen,
twists on an uncontrolled surface.
Like a contorted vane too tired to revolve,
I compose in my head my last contentions.

The last thing I wanted to do, was to hurt any of you.
For reasons you just can't see, the pressure was getting to me.

My demons were not effortless,
a dark coil inside of me needed to be released.
It was like lacerating a butterflies wings.
I hunger for you to know I never meant to cease.

The last thing I wanted to do, was to hurt any of you.
For reasons you just can't see, the pressure was getting to me.

I recognize I don't need your absolution, and you don't need mine.
Take every segment of me including my love, compassion and voice
and transmit it to the masses. 
Find solace that I am now where I need to be.

The last thing I wanted to do, was to hurt any of you.
For reasons you just can't see, the pressure was getting to me.
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Written by JamesMByers in portal Seattle Refined

Black Sun, Black Days

Born of grunge and metal's mirth

Beneath the pouring rain,

Swarmed Seattle; legend's birth

Incorporating pain.

Troubled childhood, feeling down

Within depression's clutch,

Chris Cornell, against a frown,

Ensnared a hopeful touch.

Sparking much debate in school,

Religion took a fall,

Hence removed from off the spool

As Chris had questioned all.

Drugs escaped into his mind

And solo seemed the path

He would walk as albeit blind,

Until musician's math

Forged a bond as guitars strummed

And drums in pounding beat

Measured in the way he hummed-

A symphony complete.

Gardens made of sound arrived;

The friendship formed a band.

Intercession, songs survived

And guided Chris's hand.

Rusty cages seemed outshined

And more so, I suppose.

Moving melodies defined

A Jesus Christ like pose.

Spoonman sung in deepest rays-

A black hole sun's delight.

Fell on darkened, blackest days

The way he lived in night.

Pretty noose foreshadowed doom;

A burden in the palm.

Blowing up the outside gloom,

The rhinosaur brought balm.

Black rain fell in drops of thought

As phantoms telephoned.

Been away too long and bought

The crooked steps he zoned.

Slave to audio conformed

As in between the the time

Garden of the sound reformed

To sink in the sublime,

Chris Cornell enjoyed a stay

As new friends jammed in tune.

Like a stone, they learned to play

The highway and the rune.

Be yourself- a mantra's gift

And time had come to pass.

Doesn't call reminder's lift

As out of exile's class

Fire, original in flame,

In revelation's scheme

Burned the solo album's game

As if some sort of dream.

No such thing, a scream long gone,

And many singles sung-

Finally the heart of stone

Forgotten settled, hung.

Temple of the dog avowed

Unsettled pasts revived.

Chris did all he was allowed

And for a while he thrived.

Never known, the reason why

Detroit became the place

Seeds were sewn as his reply;

A sadness filled his face.

Songs performed were not the same,

Conditioned on the ride.

Chris Cornell, a hallowed name,

Committed suicide.

This is for his wife and kids;

The Fans he left behind.

Sadness beckons as it skids

Across the bump and grind-

Friends will not forget the man

Enlisting lyrics writ.

Concerts from the deepest span

Ensure he will not quit.

Lost forever to the earth,

Inside us Chris will give.

Born of grunge and metal's mirth,

His death calls us to live.

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Written by JamesMByers in portal Seattle Refined
Black Sun, Black Days
Born of grunge and metal's mirth
Beneath the pouring rain,
Swarmed Seattle; legend's birth
Incorporating pain.
Troubled childhood, feeling down
Within depression's clutch,
Chris Cornell, against a frown,
Ensnared a hopeful touch.
Sparking much debate in school,
Religion took a fall,
Hence removed from off the spool
As Chris had questioned all.
Drugs escaped into his mind
And solo seemed the path
He would walk as albeit blind,
Until musician's math
Forged a bond as guitars strummed
And drums in pounding beat
Measured in the way he hummed-
A symphony complete.
Gardens made of sound arrived;
The friendship formed a band.
Intercession, songs survived
And guided Chris's hand.
Rusty cages seemed outshined
And more so, I suppose.
Moving melodies defined
A Jesus Christ like pose.
Spoonman sung in deepest rays-
A black hole sun's delight.
Fell on darkened, blackest days
The way he lived in night.
Pretty noose foreshadowed doom;
A burden in the palm.
Blowing up the outside gloom,
The rhinosaur brought balm.
Black rain fell in drops of thought
As phantoms telephoned.
Been away too long and bought
The crooked steps he zoned.
Slave to audio conformed
As in between the the time
Garden of the sound reformed
To sink in the sublime,
Chris Cornell enjoyed a stay
As new friends jammed in tune.
Like a stone, they learned to play
The highway and the rune.
Be yourself- a mantra's gift
And time had come to pass.
Doesn't call reminder's lift
As out of exile's class
Fire, original in flame,
In revelation's scheme
Burned the solo album's game
As if some sort of dream.
No such thing, a scream long gone,
And many singles sung-
Finally the heart of stone
Forgotten settled, hung.
Temple of the dog avowed
Unsettled pasts revived.
Chris did all he was allowed
And for a while he thrived.
Never known, the reason why
Detroit became the place
Seeds were sewn as his reply;
A sadness filled his face.
Songs performed were not the same,
Conditioned on the ride.
Chris Cornell, a hallowed name,
Committed suicide.
This is for his wife and kids;
The Fans he left behind.
Sadness beckons as it skids
Across the bump and grind-
Friends will not forget the man
Enlisting lyrics writ.
Concerts from the deepest span
Ensure he will not quit.
Lost forever to the earth,
Inside us Chris will give.
Born of grunge and metal's mirth,
His death calls us to live.
#poetry  #prosechallenge  #news  #culture  #lyrics  #Itslit  #getlit  #ChrisCornell  #SeattleRefined 
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Written by Yppab-Demha in portal Seattle Refined

Higher Above Death

"I saw the heaven

when it makes

a gloomy sense in the blues sky

I felt the heaven

when I wander

silent in your sleep

Moon in the outside

reading your dream

And I'm searching

the piece of poetry

that supposed to be

the higher sense of the heaven

In my head,

I'm watching the clouds

rolling over in my sight

In my vein,

I'm pushing the torment

feeding the hungry blood

I can't be the spurious mind

I would be a ramble silence

Moon in the outside

Reading your dream

And I’m looking for free highway

that supposed to be

Freedom footing above the heaven"

Written on: 24 May 2017

Tribute to Chris Cornell 

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Written by Yppab-Demha in portal Seattle Refined
Higher Above Death
"I saw the heaven
when it makes
a gloomy sense in the blues sky
I felt the heaven
when I wander
silent in your sleep

Moon in the outside
reading your dream
And I'm searching
the piece of poetry
that supposed to be
the higher sense of the heaven

In my head,
I'm watching the clouds
rolling over in my sight
In my vein,
I'm pushing the torment
feeding the hungry blood

I can't be the spurious mind
I would be a ramble silence
Moon in the outside
Reading your dream
And I’m looking for free highway
that supposed to be
Freedom footing above the heaven"

Written on: 24 May 2017
Tribute to Chris Cornell 
#fiction  #poetry  #spirituality  #lyrics  #ChrisCornell 
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Written by B27321 in portal Seattle Refined

Rusty Cage

I Was Attending Worden Alternative School

When the Grunge Scene Hit Full Swing.

Still Jamming to the Misfits & Glenn;

to Seasons …

& Cliff & the Anger At His Loss; Justice …

So Cobain & Chains & Even Garden Were No Maiden;

They Didn’t Even Make my List

Except For a Few Hits.

Just, the Echo of the Seattle Drug Scene;

the Cold Dirty Streets,

the Need,

I Too Have Known the Grip of Addiction,

the Bottle,

the Pill,

the Needle,

the Knife;

But my Oldest Friend

She Be Suicide.

She Came To me In a Darkened Room

While I Attended That Fucked Up School

Whispering In my Ear

Come With me

With Out a Care.

Contemplating What He Did Do,

the Marks On my Hide

Earned me Juvie Time

Not the Big House Yet

That Was Next.

It Was the Epiphany

That Life Had No Place For me.

She Did Not Lie.

Like Starving Rats In a Trap

How we Climb,

the Filthy, Clawing,

Beast That Is Man.

Some Say It Is Cowardice,

But Is It Not

the Biggest Leap of Faith

a Man May Make

to Flee His Rusty Cage

& Soar Free.

I Do Not Know

Nor Have Any Returned.

-

In Parting

I Will Close This

With a Piece I Wrote

Concerning the Death

of Robert E. Howard.

-

How can

we Fathom

another

Mans

Soul

or what

Brought

Him

to that

Door

To Live

the Endless

Dream

#B27321

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Written by B27321 in portal Seattle Refined
Rusty Cage
I Was Attending Worden Alternative School
When the Grunge Scene Hit Full Swing.
Still Jamming to the Misfits & Glenn;
to Seasons …
& Cliff & the Anger At His Loss; Justice …
So Cobain & Chains & Even Garden Were No Maiden;
They Didn’t Even Make my List
Except For a Few Hits.
Just, the Echo of the Seattle Drug Scene;
the Cold Dirty Streets,
the Need,
I Too Have Known the Grip of Addiction,
the Bottle,
the Pill,
the Needle,
the Knife;
But my Oldest Friend
She Be Suicide.
She Came To me In a Darkened Room
While I Attended That Fucked Up School
Whispering In my Ear
Come With me
With Out a Care.
Contemplating What He Did Do,
the Marks On my Hide
Earned me Juvie Time
Not the Big House Yet
That Was Next.
It Was the Epiphany
That Life Had No Place For me.
She Did Not Lie.
Like Starving Rats In a Trap
How we Climb,
the Filthy, Clawing,
Beast That Is Man.
Some Say It Is Cowardice,
But Is It Not
the Biggest Leap of Faith
a Man May Make
to Flee His Rusty Cage
& Soar Free.
I Do Not Know
Nor Have Any Returned.
-
In Parting
I Will Close This
With a Piece I Wrote
Concerning the Death
of Robert E. Howard.
-
How can
we Fathom
another
Mans
Soul
or what
Brought
Him
to that
Door
To Live
the Endless
Dream
#B27321
#nonfiction  #poetry  #philosophy  #spirituality  #opinion 
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Written by SelfTitled in portal Seattle Refined

blue lips.

suicide is supposed to be a

("private") affair

but i cant help but think about

the lives that were lost

to internal pain

doesnt matter if you don't know the guy

i didn't and yet here i am

empathizing with that pain

because i was there once

in that same circumstance

juggling the ("dos") and ("donts")

(it hurts more than you think)

(the constant fear of betraying yourself)

all i can say really

try not to do things that you know will hurt later

think about the people in your corner

and if you dont have anyone

think about the people that could be

somehow

some way.

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Written by SelfTitled in portal Seattle Refined
blue lips.
suicide is supposed to be a
("private") affair
but i cant help but think about
the lives that were lost
to internal pain
doesnt matter if you don't know the guy
i didn't and yet here i am
empathizing with that pain
because i was there once
in that same circumstance
juggling the ("dos") and ("donts")
(it hurts more than you think)
(the constant fear of betraying yourself)
all i can say really
try not to do things that you know will hurt later
think about the people in your corner
and if you dont have anyone
think about the people that could be
somehow
some way.
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Written by singr1964 in portal Seattle Refined

Please

Don’t you know you are a shining star?

Don’t you know you chase away the dark?

I know I will never be the same

Since you brought your light into my life.

Please, try to be strong.

Please, it won’t last for long.

Please, there is dark before the dawn.

Please, please, stay.

Don’t you know that everything must change?

Don’t you know, the light will always find a way?

I know your heart is broke

And you cannot lift your head

But please, please…

Please, try to be strong.

Please, it won’t last for long.

Please, there is dark before the dawn.

Please, please, stay.

Your light has gone out

Andyou have gone on home

Now you won’t ever have

To be alone.

But I know that there’s a place

You will find your peace

And now I want to pray

Please, please….

Please, help me to be strong

Please tell me, this won’t last for long

There is dark before the dawn

Please help me, here where I belong.

Please, please…

Copyright singr1964, EAG 2017

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Written by singr1964 in portal Seattle Refined
Please
Don’t you know you are a shining star?
Don’t you know you chase away the dark?
I know I will never be the same
Since you brought your light into my life.

Please, try to be strong.
Please, it won’t last for long.
Please, there is dark before the dawn.
Please, please, stay.

Don’t you know that everything must change?
Don’t you know, the light will always find a way?
I know your heart is broke
And you cannot lift your head
But please, please…

Please, try to be strong.
Please, it won’t last for long.
Please, there is dark before the dawn.
Please, please, stay.

Your light has gone out
Andyou have gone on home
Now you won’t ever have
To be alone.
But I know that there’s a place
You will find your peace
And now I want to pray
Please, please….

Please, help me to be strong
Please tell me, this won’t last for long
There is dark before the dawn
Please help me, here where I belong.
Please, please…
Copyright singr1964, EAG 2017


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Written by Maria_Saavedra in portal Seattle Refined

Black Hole Me

There is an

empty space

within us

Untouched;

unexplored

A gut-wrenching

fear of falling

as we reach there:

'The Black Hole

of the mind'

Around its center:

memories in orbit

silently drawn

to the void

A seventh birthday;

a teenaged kiss;

blood-covered children

brought to our arms

All life lived:

Silently awaiting

its slaughter

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Written by Maria_Saavedra in portal Seattle Refined
Black Hole Me
There is an
empty space
within us
Untouched;
unexplored

A gut-wrenching
fear of falling
as we reach there:

'The Black Hole
of the mind'

Around its center:
memories in orbit
silently drawn
to the void

A seventh birthday;
a teenaged kiss;
blood-covered children
brought to our arms

All life lived:
Silently awaiting
its slaughter
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We lost a lot with the passing of Chris Cornell. To many, he was a mentor, a brilliant writer; an inimitable voice. Until June 30th, this challenge is for the friends and fans to write their stories, poems, tributes: anything about him. We will be putting together a book for the Cornell family, of the posts entered, as well as making copies available for purchase, donating all proceeds to suicide prevention. In partnership with Seattle Refined, the most shared post will be read on air, and posted on seattlerefined.com.
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Rest in Peace Chris

Written by Phil Saunders after the release of King Animal in 2013:

When I first interviewed Soundgarden it was 1988, long before the Grunge craze. I was still fairly early in my long career in campus radio (10 years), but I loved this band. Though I am a self-described music nerd, I didn’t care that they were from Seattle, on Sub Pop records—which at the time was barely out of its cassette-only status, or that bands like the Screaming Trees and Melvins were among their friends. In fact, Nirvana was still a blip on the music scene, having just released Bleach, which was being largely ignored for its scattered atonal blend of punk and metal.

(For the record, I loved Bleach for this chaotic and explosive style…it was an exciting time to be on the inside of what became the last major gasp of corporate rock heading towards a major decline that from which we now know it will never recover.)

I was living in Toronto at the time. And, like any self-respecting young man, raised on hockey, Macintosh taffy, and classic rock, was firmly indoctrinated in the ways of Rush and their dark lord Neil Peart. So when I got on the phone with Chris Cornell and Kim Thayil, I was more than thrilled to have them pose the first question.

“Hey,” said Thayil. “This is Toronto right?”

“Yeah,” I said.

“Yeah,” I responded, rather taken aback.

“We love Rush,” said Cornell.

Then it hit me. That’s why I so enjoyed Soundgarden’s frenetic, yet clearly Y chromosome rock. Strident, atonal and complex, their references to Sonic Youth and Melvins only heightened my love of their first full-length Ultramega OK on the venerable SST Records, already responsible for my love of such monolithic bands as The Minutemen, Meat Puppets, and Hüsker Dü.

But Soundgarden didn’t really fit. In fact, this band of rockers never really fit the music categories, despite being accessible, melodic and yes, beautiful to look at, in the case of Chris Cornell and Matt Cameron especially.

Now, 15 years since their last release and nearly 25 since that fateful interview, Soundgarden are an established brand, associated with the heyday of the Seattle grunge scene. But those of us who know and were there to watch the surreal experience that was 1991’s music underground become mainstream seemingly overnight, Soundgarden didn’t really fit that period either. In fact, I recall being told back then that Outshined, the first single off Badmotorfinger, was pointing squarely at this frustration. Bands such as Nirvana, Pearl Jam and Alice In Chains had clearly "Outshined" Soundgarden.

Then came Superunknown, perhaps their greatest and most successful commercial release. I recall being asked to craft a top ten list for the London Free Press that year and included high up on that list, below Girls Against Boys and Jesus Lizard, Soundgarden’s mainstream classic, with the ominous words, “…why I still love classic rock.” Ominous perhaps only in retrospect because let's face it, Soundgarden was still not getting a lot of mainstream radio play in Canada, though they were rising quickly on the charts in the U.S.

So when I heard that King Animal was on its way, the first album of fresh material since 1994, I was a little giddy. I managed to get to Seattle over the holidays and purchase it at Easy Street Records, the venerable Nexus for the grunge music revolution of 20 plus years previous…I even managed to get it free, with a loyalty card that was full of stamps thanks to regular visits over the years while living in Victoria. This makes it another freebie, making Screaming Life and Ultramega OK the only releases for which I paid full price, the rest I got free for being among their biggest supporters over the years (yes, rock writers don’t make much money, but we get tons of free stuff).

On the way back from Seattle, I listened to the CD twice through and then started perusing YouTube to check out their recent live performances to promote the release, after all, it has been a couple of months since it came out.

Low and behold, I saw them perform Incessant Mace (an ill-fated name for my first blog a few years ago) and Smokestack Lightning, both from UltramegaOK…the same album they were promoting in 1988.

It suddenly made sense…why I so love this new album. Let’s face it, Chris Cornell’s alcoholism, Ben Sheppard’s drug addiction, and Matt Cameron’s Pearl Jam addiction are well known now, but what is great about King Animal, is it is truly like they never left. The sound is crisp, inventive and the songwriting is solid.

As Ian Blurton recently said in an interview about the reunion of Change of Heart in response to the trend of reunions, “I think we’re better…I mean look at Jesus Lizard…we are better musicians now, it’s inevitable that we’d be better a decade later…as long as we’ve played, we’re bound to get better.”

King Animal isn’t better than Superunknown, but it is better than UltramegaOK, in fact, it is more interesting musically than anything this band has put out. I’m elated, relieved and although the perfection of Superunkown will never be surpassed, I’m hearing Bad Motorfinger and Down On the Upside, their last release, with new ears. This band may never have fit the mold of music fashion, but they always fit my mold and maybe, after another 20 years, they’ll be called on stage at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame by this year’s inductees Geddy, Alex and Neil. Clearly, they would be in good and deserved company. Let’s start the online petition now.

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Rest in Peace Chris
Written by Phil Saunders after the release of King Animal in 2013:

When I first interviewed Soundgarden it was 1988, long before the Grunge craze. I was still fairly early in my long career in campus radio (10 years), but I loved this band. Though I am a self-described music nerd, I didn’t care that they were from Seattle, on Sub Pop records—which at the time was barely out of its cassette-only status, or that bands like the Screaming Trees and Melvins were among their friends. In fact, Nirvana was still a blip on the music scene, having just released Bleach, which was being largely ignored for its scattered atonal blend of punk and metal.

(For the record, I loved Bleach for this chaotic and explosive style…it was an exciting time to be on the inside of what became the last major gasp of corporate rock heading towards a major decline that from which we now know it will never recover.)

I was living in Toronto at the time. And, like any self-respecting young man, raised on hockey, Macintosh taffy, and classic rock, was firmly indoctrinated in the ways of Rush and their dark lord Neil Peart. So when I got on the phone with Chris Cornell and Kim Thayil, I was more than thrilled to have them pose the first question.

“Hey,” said Thayil. “This is Toronto right?”

“Yeah,” I said.

“Yeah,” I responded, rather taken aback.

“We love Rush,” said Cornell.

Then it hit me. That’s why I so enjoyed Soundgarden’s frenetic, yet clearly Y chromosome rock. Strident, atonal and complex, their references to Sonic Youth and Melvins only heightened my love of their first full-length Ultramega OK on the venerable SST Records, already responsible for my love of such monolithic bands as The Minutemen, Meat Puppets, and Hüsker Dü.

But Soundgarden didn’t really fit. In fact, this band of rockers never really fit the music categories, despite being accessible, melodic and yes, beautiful to look at, in the case of Chris Cornell and Matt Cameron especially.

Now, 15 years since their last release and nearly 25 since that fateful interview, Soundgarden are an established brand, associated with the heyday of the Seattle grunge scene. But those of us who know and were there to watch the surreal experience that was 1991’s music underground become mainstream seemingly overnight, Soundgarden didn’t really fit that period either. In fact, I recall being told back then that Outshined, the first single off Badmotorfinger, was pointing squarely at this frustration. Bands such as Nirvana, Pearl Jam and Alice In Chains had clearly "Outshined" Soundgarden.

Then came Superunknown, perhaps their greatest and most successful commercial release. I recall being asked to craft a top ten list for the London Free Press that year and included high up on that list, below Girls Against Boys and Jesus Lizard, Soundgarden’s mainstream classic, with the ominous words, “…why I still love classic rock.” Ominous perhaps only in retrospect because let's face it, Soundgarden was still not getting a lot of mainstream radio play in Canada, though they were rising quickly on the charts in the U.S.

So when I heard that King Animal was on its way, the first album of fresh material since 1994, I was a little giddy. I managed to get to Seattle over the holidays and purchase it at Easy Street Records, the venerable Nexus for the grunge music revolution of 20 plus years previous…I even managed to get it free, with a loyalty card that was full of stamps thanks to regular visits over the years while living in Victoria. This makes it another freebie, making Screaming Life and Ultramega OK the only releases for which I paid full price, the rest I got free for being among their biggest supporters over the years (yes, rock writers don’t make much money, but we get tons of free stuff).

On the way back from Seattle, I listened to the CD twice through and then started perusing YouTube to check out their recent live performances to promote the release, after all, it has been a couple of months since it came out.

Low and behold, I saw them perform Incessant Mace (an ill-fated name for my first blog a few years ago) and Smokestack Lightning, both from UltramegaOK…the same album they were promoting in 1988.

It suddenly made sense…why I so love this new album. Let’s face it, Chris Cornell’s alcoholism, Ben Sheppard’s drug addiction, and Matt Cameron’s Pearl Jam addiction are well known now, but what is great about King Animal, is it is truly like they never left. The sound is crisp, inventive and the songwriting is solid.

As Ian Blurton recently said in an interview about the reunion of Change of Heart in response to the trend of reunions, “I think we’re better…I mean look at Jesus Lizard…we are better musicians now, it’s inevitable that we’d be better a decade later…as long as we’ve played, we’re bound to get better.”

King Animal isn’t better than Superunknown, but it is better than UltramegaOK, in fact, it is more interesting musically than anything this band has put out. I’m elated, relieved and although the perfection of Superunkown will never be surpassed, I’m hearing Bad Motorfinger and Down On the Upside, their last release, with new ears. This band may never have fit the mold of music fashion, but they always fit my mold and maybe, after another 20 years, they’ll be called on stage at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame by this year’s inductees Geddy, Alex and Neil. Clearly, they would be in good and deserved company. Let’s start the online petition now.
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We lost a lot with the passing of Chris Cornell. To many, he was a mentor, a brilliant writer; an inimitable voice. Until June 30th, this challenge is for the friends and fans to write their stories, poems, tributes: anything about him. We will be putting together a book for the Cornell family, of the posts entered, as well as making copies available for purchase, donating all proceeds to suicide prevention. In partnership with Seattle Refined, the most shared post will be read on air, and posted on seattlerefined.com.
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Our Broken Hearts

I can pinpoint the exact moment I first heard Chris Cornell's voice come through on the radio. I was 17 years old driving, driving my dad's '97 Dodge Stratus, and taking a left turn onto 356th St. from Enchanted Pkwy in Federal Way, WA. The song I that played that night was "Be Yourself" by Audioslave.

Being born in the late 80's, I had was too young to have appreciated the Grunge movement of the 90's. And although I'm sure I had heard a Soundgarden song here and there (having grown up in the Seattle area and all) I had never really listened to it.

Anyway, back to that first moment: 

The melancholy sound of the guitar caught my attention, but it was the voice and the way the words streamed through the radio that actually held it. The voice was unlike anything I've ever heard before. I could actually feel the emotion from each syllable uttered. And the song itself seemed to encompass every little thing I was feeling at that precise moment in my life. 

I was a depressed teenager with way too many issues to handle. I was ready to give up...but there, on the radio, was this man singing, basically reading my mind and still telling me not to lose any sleep, because everything would be alright.

From that moment on, I've been a die-hard fan. I know that many, many people have had their lives touched by Chris Cornell. And now that he's gone...our souls weep, not only for him, but for his family as well. We only got a small part of all that he was, and we are brokenhearted, I can't even begin to imagine how his loved ones must feel.

Chris Cornell is gone, but he will never be forgotten. In a world where people rarely make ripples, he made everlasting waves.

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Written by dethkitty in portal Seattle Refined
Our Broken Hearts

I can pinpoint the exact moment I first heard Chris Cornell's voice come through on the radio. I was 17 years old driving, driving my dad's '97 Dodge Stratus, and taking a left turn onto 356th St. from Enchanted Pkwy in Federal Way, WA. The song I that played that night was "Be Yourself" by Audioslave.
Being born in the late 80's, I had was too young to have appreciated the Grunge movement of the 90's. And although I'm sure I had heard a Soundgarden song here and there (having grown up in the Seattle area and all) I had never really listened to it.
Anyway, back to that first moment: 
The melancholy sound of the guitar caught my attention, but it was the voice and the way the words streamed through the radio that actually held it. The voice was unlike anything I've ever heard before. I could actually feel the emotion from each syllable uttered. And the song itself seemed to encompass every little thing I was feeling at that precise moment in my life. 
I was a depressed teenager with way too many issues to handle. I was ready to give up...but there, on the radio, was this man singing, basically reading my mind and still telling me not to lose any sleep, because everything would be alright.

From that moment on, I've been a die-hard fan. I know that many, many people have had their lives touched by Chris Cornell. And now that he's gone...our souls weep, not only for him, but for his family as well. We only got a small part of all that he was, and we are brokenhearted, I can't even begin to imagine how his loved ones must feel.
Chris Cornell is gone, but he will never be forgotten. In a world where people rarely make ripples, he made everlasting waves.

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