Go ahead and let that headline sink in for a minute, it’s a doozy.
Neil Strauss, former rock journalist, has written a book called Everyone Loves You When You’re Dead: Journeys into Fame and Madness, and it sounds like a pretty good time: a review notes that some of the best segments of the book include “shooting guns with Ludacris, getting kidnapped by Courtney Love, making Lady Gaga cry, and shopping for Pampers with Snoop Dogg.” That’s all well and good, but Neil just recently had a chat with Radar about one of the more bizarre moments from the book:
The place was Courtney Love’s house in Los Angeles. The time was very late. The moment was when she leaped off her bed and suddenly said . . .
COURTNEY LOVE: Say hi to Kurt.
She walks to a dresser, pulls open a drawer, and removes a square-shaped tin. She removes the lid, revealing a plastic bag full of white ashes. A faint smell of jasmine emanates from the tin.
LOVE: Too bad you don’t do coke. Otherwise I’d suggest taking a metal straw to it.
STRAUSS: Yeah, I don’t think that would be the right thing to do.
LOVE: I’d like to though.
Yeah, that sounds about right. I think Courtney was messed up enough, and especially messed up over Kurt Cobain, that snorting his ashes would have seemed like a perfectly acceptable idea. So in Courtney Love Land, I think I’m going to give her a pass for this one. On Earth, I can’t even begin to describe how weird and creepy and uncomfortable this is to me. What do you guys think?
Because she’d be the first druggie-grieving-widow to do so. Yawn. When I lived in China I blew my nose and black stuff came out daily. It was probably a combination of industry, cremation, Hello Kitty mold fumes and moth balls. That scares me more.