The reluctant voice of a generation that felt too much and believed in too little. He turned the feedback of a distorted guitar into a visceral scream for the misunderstood. "I'd rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not," he wrote in the margins of his short, explosive life. He is the master of the grunge anthem, the one who burned out because the light of fame was too artificial for his soul. He remains the patron of the beautiful losers.

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