Letters to Kurt by Eric Erlandson
I do not have this book yet because it’s not published yet, but I will have it. Oh yes I will. You can preorder it here for $50, which is usually out of my price range, but the goodies it comes with are delicious. Check it:
This LIMITED preorder includes the following items:
1) One advance hardcover copy of LETTERS TO KURT, by Eric Erlandson.
2) One copy of COCK SOUP, a limited edition chapbook/photo compendium, SIGNED by Eric Erlandson. COCK SOUP consists of 52 photographs of ephemera shot by Eric Erlandson as a visual accompaniment to LETTERS TO KURT.
3) A SIGNED Polaroid-style snapshot taken by Eric Erlandson — a unique photo and inscription for each preorder package purchased.
4) An exclusive CD outtake of the upcoming soundtrack to LETTERS TO KURT.
Early reviews also prove this to be very tempting…
“Nearly two decades after the death of Kurt Cobain, a friend and fellow musician not only continues to mourn his suicide, but also rages against the culture that he holds responsible. These 52 ‘letters’ … combine the subject matter of the Byrds’ ‘So You Wanna Be a Rock and Roll Star’ with the fury of Allen Ginsberg’s Howl … A catharsis for the writer and perhaps for the reader as well.”
—Kirkus Reviews
“Eric was the spirit-boy in the Nirvana/Hole dynamic. Quiet, bemused, intelligent, and curiously intuitive to the power of hugging the devil, to say we will all be okay. The early 1990s were an explosive and defining period of creativity and excitement for the underground punk/post-punk scene, particularly with the manifest poetry of Kurt, who we were so proud to have as a light in our shared time and space. Eric expresses how enchanting Kurt was, how the whole scene was, with his thoughtful, radical adult/prose love. Bring on the future, darling.”
—Thurston Moore, musician
“Eric. He was always there: supportive, observing, in the thick of it. Hidden in plain sight … Without him, I can’t imagine Seattle or L.A. or a dozen other places. This book is beautiful, brutal, brief. Happy-sad eloquence. Boy Scouts playing with the complimentary cologne in the heart of the ghost town. Listen to the man. He knows.”
—Everett True
