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A day or two later, Rosemary called me, her voice shaking with emotion, and delivered the news. Kurt’s body had been found in the small room above his garage—the same room at which I had stood at the foot of earlier—the victim of an apparent suicide. A medical examiner judged his death to have taken place the same day we were at the house looking for him.

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Lanegan was a prime candidate for becoming a compulsive user, but it’s not until late in the book that we learn of the gruelling array of traumatic abuse he experienced as a boy, which explains the deep well of rage that ran through his psyche and why he was thrilled eventually to find a numbing substance that dulled his painful memories. Lanegan se na rečima uredno stidi i kaje, ali čini mi se istovremeno i ponosi ekstremima sranja koja je pravio. Utisak mi je da baš pokušava da me navuče na priču i proda mi ... nešto. Sebe? Wat een junk was Mark Lanegan. Nietsontziend beschrijft hij zijn verslaving, de mensen die hij teleurgesteld heeft, de kansen die hij heeft laten gaan. De situaties zijn soms zodanig absurd dat het je tot in je diepste grijpt: hoe kan een mens met zoveel talent zo laag zinken? Lanegan does recount other aspects of his life in the Screaming Trees and his early solo career. He was good friends with Kurt Cobain and Layne Staley. He often supplied them with drugs. He also supplied Courtney Love. Some of the more humorous aspects of his memoir was his runins with Al Jourgensen of Ministry and Liam Gallagher of Oasis. Lanegan almost pummeled both of them--and they clearly would have deserved it. Unlike the typical stereotype of the brooding non-confrontational artist, Lanegan is a big dude and was a scrapper from very early on in his life. Often a turbulent home life contributes to that kind of disposition. Lanegan's relationship with his mother makes it clear why he had a bit of a chip on his shoulder. Lanegan was close friends with the singers in those two bands — Kurt Cobain and Layne Staley respectively — and, like both of those men, he carries inside him a powerful, singular instrument, with his baritone style occupying the deepest end of the male vocal spectrum. And, like both of his friends, eventually he would become desperately mired in drug addiction.Es un libro donde el cantante se desnuda sentimentalmente y vivimos de primera mano como es la vida de un yonki. Especialmente trágicos los capítulos donde vemos como otros cantantes y amigos famosos como Kurt Kobain o Layne Stanley van muriendo mientras Lanegan se queda solo dentro de la espiral de droga que lo empuja cada vez más hacia abajo. El final del libro con un Lanegan deambulando por Londres, enfermo y estafado por camellos de baja estofa o durmiendo con vagabundos es especialmente dramático. Menos mal que al final pudo escapar de todo eso y entregarnos unos discos fantásticos. Un superviviente que regresa del infierno.

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By the time so-called grunge hit mainstream, I was living abroad, and then married, overseas again, then graduate school, and I just lost the thread of those days, those friends. This was years before Facebook, so I was only tangentially aware of albums, the European tours, hit single from the movie Singles. The bewilderment and grief of Cobain's suicide was felt alone, in Ohio, strangely detached from the plaid, the boots, the rain and drear of the Pacific Northwest. Hoewel ik nu meer weet over Mark Lanegan, blijft hij tegelijkertijd een enigma. Het beeld dat hij hier van zichzelf schept (kort lontje), valt moeilijk te combineren met zijn onbeweeglijke presence op een podium (als hij kon, stond hij buiten de spotlights). How low does Lanegan go? He’s a delinquent teenage alcoholic who gets sober, but becomes gripped by addictions once again, with his raging alcoholism assuaged by the short-lived peace of heroin. Screaming Trees, including Lanegan, left, in London, 1989. Photograph: Martyn Goodacre/Getty ImagesPerry, Kevin EG (May 7, 2020). "Mark Lanegan – 'Straight Songs of Sorrow' review: grunge survivor shares music that salves the soul". NME . Retrieved May 23, 2020. A story to identify how troubled childhood... What was put in from your parents... Bad or good... Manifests into adult lives. Very good memoir. It was often difficult to listen to. It also put me in a rather dark mood after hearing some of it. It was good to know what was going on behind the scenes during this tumultuous period. There was a lot I didn't know. With how dark the subject matter was, I am glad it turned out well in the end; and I am glad to have gotten through the memoir. I'm very sensitive to hearing about human suffering and I can only tolerate so much before it really starts to affect me. This memoir was starting to do that and I am relieved to be done with it.

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Hij heeft zo mooie muziek gemaakt, zo goede nummers, het is vreemd dat we hem nooit meer zullen horen of zien. Mark Lanegan went from idolizing to The Gun Club's Jeffrey Lee Pierce to receiving the friendship of the man himself. Jeffrey wanted to form a new band for which he would play guitar and Mark would sing. Mark did not believe that he could possibly be the star of any show that included Jeffrey. Mark was devastated when Jeffrey passed away soon afterward. Don’t call Mark Lanegan a grunge pioneer! Mark referred to the term with which he had been “shitstained” as “moronic” and “media-generated.” His honesty is very brutal. His friendship with Cobain was a real thing, and there’s a wonderful, sad moment when they couldn’t record an album of Lead Belly songs together. Lanegan writes: “It was impossible for me to accept that someone else could find worth in what I did because I could not. How could Kurt be a fan when I saw in him a talent that was genuinely not of this place and time, like Bob Dylan, John Lennon, David Bowie, or Jimi Hendrix?” But Lanegan supplied Cobain with his heroin: “I had become a facilitator of his undoing.”Interesting how Mark described his running out patience of embarrassment he experienced on stage with the Trees... Yet inflicted the embarrassment to himself everyday on the streets. La impresionante crónica de juventud de Mark Lanegan, un libro durísimo y crudo donde expone sin tapujos su viaje al infierno de la droga escapando de un pueblo rural y de una família disfuncional. Mark Lanegan was born in Ellensburg, Washington on November 25, 1964. As a teenager, Markwas obliged to complete community service hours at his local library, where he wanked off in the restroom bidaily. Needless to say, libraries have always had a special place in Mark's heart due to his "nasty librarian" fetish. It is absolutely insane to think that Markwitnessed an early incarnation of Nirvana perform at the Ellensburg Public Library. Their concert was shut down after only three or four songs. After the show, Kurt told Markthat he was a big fan of his. Two weeks later, Krist Novoselic phoned Markto ask if he could join Screaming Trees. Preface: I'm a fan...a big fan...of Mark Lanegan's music. From the Screaming Trees, to his solo work, to the work with QOTSA, his duets with Isobel Campbell, the Gutter Twins, and one-offs like the Soulsavers, I have always bought and listened to his musical projects, and will continue to do so. That said: This book is absolute garbage.

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Mark's daily life essentially consisted of (a) making drugs, (b) taking drugs, and (c) selling drugs. His drug habit was all-consuming. From this memoir, it's clear that his musical career was just a side hobby meant to support his main focus on drug, drugs, and more drugs.

But it was the fear of showing my true heart, at times either so full it might burst or so empty I could cry, that hounded me most viciously. […] There had been a perpetual war between myself and the costume of persona I’d donned as a youngster and then worn my entire life. Petrified that someone might discover who I really was: merely a child inside the body of an adult. A boy playacting a man. My lifelong hard-ass exterior and, underneath that, ironclad interior were all an intricately constructed, carefully cultivated, and fiercely guarded sham. I was, in reality, driven by what I’d heard referred to in rehab all those years ago as “a thousand forms of fear”. Sadly, somewhere deep in my soul, I knew that was probably me." I expected his life to change soon after that sentence; I wanted him to get over the heroin and get on with his real life. I wanted the Lanegan who sings I’m Not the Loving Kind so beautifully to emerge. But he doesn’t, and my impatience with the book and Lanegan gradually turned into admiration as I began to realise that this wasn’t going to happen. I was going to have to wait for the redemption.