It was a kind of sado-masochism. I would take the things that were painful to me and elevate them and, through the mantra of music, make them into a release.

Michael Gira
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I don't think there can be any doubt that when Kurt Cobain said, "It was a kind of sado-masochism. I would take the things that were painful to me and elevate them and, through the mantra of music, make them into a release," he meant it. He did not make himself feel better by writing his lyrics. He did not "make them into a release." Rather, he used his pain as an anchor to draw him into the depths of the music. He used music as an outlet to get him through his pain, creating an experience for others to get out of their pain.

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