I grew really fond of Nirvana about eight years ago (shhh, let me finish). OF COURSE I knew about them much earlier. Like any good late-'90s teen, I owned their albums and screamed along to their radio hits with a bottle of Zima in my hand. I knew the singer had died (I was only in fifth grade when whispers of Kurt Cobain's suicide swept through our classroom). And I knew that Nirvana were extremely popular. But so were Marilyn Manson, Kid Rock, and Korn.
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