It’s 1:00AM here and I just heard the news, Seattle’s own Chris Cornell has died at age 52. The first instinct is to ask, “How?” But that really doesn’t matter right now, does it? One of the most incredible voices to ever grace a rock stage is gone. A voice that I literally grew up with as Soundgarden was formed just two years before I was born. To think that over a decade and a half later, I’d be in high school and that voice would still be as relevant and if not more popular than ever. To think a decade and a half after that and that voice is gone.
Chris Cornell was as Seattle as you can get. A survivor of the grunge era, the unofficial narrator of the Emerald City. A sound as dark as the rain clouds, yet as comforting as the rain on our roofs. An artist that we spoke of with pride. When someone would mention Audioslave? We’d suggest they take a trip back to “Spoonman”, “Jesus Christ Pose” or even “Hunger Strike” and “Say Hello 2 Heaven”. Chris Cornell was seemingly immortal to us. As Kurt Cobain left us so young, and Cornell’s own friend Jeff Buckley never saw a second album made, he was always there. Steady as ever.
Cornell knew nothing of the phrase “comfort zone”. Working with artists like Timbaland, Linkin Park and giving us iconic solo work such as “You Know My Name”, the theme for James Bond: Casino Royale. He could go from rocking out Led Zeppelin‘s “Whole Lotta Love” to something as classic and stripped down as “Ave Maria”. His name can be found alongside Slash, Carlos Santana, Alice Cooper, Pearl Jam, hell even American Idol and that’s hardly the beginning.
The world is going to miss you Chris Cornell. Here in the Evergreen State, we will try our best to listen for you in every storm that rolls through Puget Sound. Of course, we will miss you too, but we will find peace in every single drop. One more song.
Editor in Chief of Lemonade Magazine