- singing along at the top of my lungs while cruising Mass Ave at 7:30 am
- crazy looks from crazy onlookers
- the desire to pay tribute to the most unique voice in rock since Axl Rose
I became a fan of Chris Cornell back when Soundgarden released the album Superunknown. I recall early Saturday mornings, the record on repeat, absolutely refusing to turn the volume down. Like Chuck Klosterman's epic account of hearing Appetite for the first time, I was smitten. Besotted, even. Cornell sounded like a veritable breakout for a choirboy whose musical exploits were grounded firmly in the throes of Vaughan Williams, Mendelssohn, and Bach (not this one). While my appreciation for these folks has grown over the years, to a twelve year old singing mass six days a week, tracks like Spoonman felt like sweet release.
Chris Cornell, I salute you.
Embedded below is a track off a side project of his (the eponymous Temple of the Dog - arguably his best work ever)
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