Nirvana by Everett True

Author:Everett True [EVERETT TRUE]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Da Capo Press
Published: 2012-01-29T16:00:00+00:00

Addenda 1: Courtney Love and Hole

On my first trip to LA, I visited Disneyland. There’s something fascinating in the sight of Americans revelling in their own excess. I was there for 18 hours and had to invent a plane crash to get to ‘the happiest place on earth’. I returned at least twice afterwards, once with Hole and once with the Melvins. Taking a band as screwed up as Hole to Disneyland seemed a brilliant juxtaposition.

“I remember this whole weird thing where Courtney insisted on sitting next to you on all the rides, even though she was going out with me at the time,” Eric Erlandson says. “I was convinced that she’d fucked you, too – during that first interview when she changed into your dressing gown. She told me to keep quiet about our relationship to you. We kept it quiet for a year, and then we had a huge fight during which Courtney threw a trashcan through my car window. So it was hard to keep it a secret after that.

“She moved in with me the day we fell in love, on St Patrick’s Day 1990,” he continues. ‘It was while we were recording ‘Retard Girl’. She phoned up her husband James and said she wasn’t coming home. When we met you that was the beginning of the end. As soon as it became serious like that, with her sitting down and talking to journalists, there was a whole new set of rules. I remember that during the first interview, you kept asking me odd, disjointed questions, like, ‘How do you feel about aeroplane flights?’ and I wanted to kill you. I was really taken aback by the way she was using her womanhood on you to get what she wanted.”

Eric was working at Capitol Records at the time. It was from there he posted the first two Hole singles to me.

“When I first met Courtney, I was in awe of how fucked up she was,” the guitarist recalls, “and almost irresistibly embarrassed by the way she was acting. She used to pick on me for having one foot in her apartment and one in the hallway, because my car was always double-parked when I’d visit her. I was totally into hanging out with her but not fully committed, thinking of my escape the whole time. I used to think that was a great metaphor for our relationship – yours, too. Except, of course, both of us eventually put both feet irretrievably in her apartment.”

I don’t want to sound too cynical. Everything that involved Courtney was a raucous good time certainly up to the end of ’91, and many times after. That held true even when she phoned me up to boast about punching enemies out. I shouted at her then. After all, I was a target for violence myself, with my photo in Melody Maker almost every week.

The memories blur into one, me drunk and her whatever. We meet outside the Dominion Theatre in London; she sends

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