When I heard there was going to be a Nirvana reunion performance for the 12-12 concert for Sandy victims I, naturally, thought, “Huh. I can see a serious roadblock to that plan…” But, okay. For a good cause and all that.
Then I heard that Paul McCartney would be filling in for the deceased Kurt Cobain.
Now, I’m a disbeliever in all this end-of-the-world nonsense to the point of irritation. I can’t even humor people who talk about it in a “Yeah, but what if” kind of way. (“I mean, wouldn’t it be weird if'” “Nothing’s going to happen.” “Yeah, but what-” “Nothing’s going to happen.”) But hearing that Paul McCartney would be performing with Nirvana? That just has to be a sign of the End Times. Strangest pairing ever. I mean, not Chris Cornell? Or Henry Rollins? Or even Eddie Vedder? Or, well, anyone?
Psy. Hilary Clinton. Kermit the Frog. Tom Brokaw. All better choices.
But seeing everyone in the clip my thoughts turned to a few things:
- Christ, everyone’s getting old. Well, not me, but everyone else…
- At least they didn’t play a Nirvana song.
- Most of all, though – my God, Dave Grohl is a hell of a drummer. Not just skilled, and not just that he drums like a brushfire in a windstorm, but in total style and control. I saw Nirvana play a couple times and if, say, Cobain launched in to a song too quickly, Grohl would seamlessly and gracefully slow them to the correct pacing. He provided the needed structure to the sonic chaos.
- McCartney held his own. It’s to his credit that he made it about the others, and then the song was just a performance. McCartney is in that tiny club of people who, if you met them, it’s something you’d talk about for the rest of your life, so it can’t be easy to make anything about other people. So, good on you, Paul.