Nirvana

By Iggy Pop

The first time I saw Nirvana was at the Pyramid Club, a rank, wonderful, anything-goes dive bar on Avenue A in New York. It wasn’t known for having live bands; it was known more for cross-dressing and bar dancing. I had a photographer friend, and he told me, “There’s a really hot band from Seattle you have to see. They’re gonna play the Pyramid, of all places!”

You could smell the talent on Kurt Cobain. He had this sort of elfin delivery, but it was not naval gazing. He was jumping around and throwing himself into every number. He’d sort of hunch over his guitar like an evil little troll, but you heard this throaty power in his voice. At the end of the set he tossed himself into the drums. It was one of maybe 15 performances I’ve seen where rock & roll is very, very good.

After that, I bought Bleach, and listened to it in Europe and Asia on tour. I still like this album very much, but there was one song, “About a Girl,” that’s not like the rest of the album. It sounded like someone gave Thorazine to the Beatles. And I thought, “If he puts out a record full of that, he’s gonna get really rich.” And sure enough …

I met Kurt at a club in L.A. right before Nevermind came out. We took a picture and he said, “Come on, let’s give the finger!” So we did. I bought Nevermind and I thought, “This has really got it.” Nirvana genuinely achieved…