Tell me I am not imagining things or reading too deep into a magazine cover when I see the new Rolling Stone cover image of Britney Spears (Inside An American Tragedy) as a not-so-subliminal revisit to one of the magazine's most famous covers from fourteen years ago: the June 2nd 1994 Rolling Stone cover of Kurt Cobain that appeared in the wake of his tragic death.   I think its a pretty obvious (and well done in my opinion) reworking of that earlier cover.

But  if so what does it all mean? Nothing, just a way to sell more magazines? (By the way, the Britney story is quite a good read) Or is it a way of comparing the self-destructive lifestyles of two American pop idols from two different musical backgrounds & eras, and basically predicting that the latest  "American tragedy" will end up like the Nirvana frontman, six feet under?

Thoughts? Theories? Anyone?  If so COMMENTS box is below. Thanks!

BLOOM: In late 1991 Nirvana played their first gig in Italy at this club just outside of Milan. Club Bloom holds about 300 hundred people, but if I’ve done the math correctly, (though when I presented my equation to guitarist Lyman, a Math Professor, he seemed puzzled by my efforts – but I deduced that those with a doctorate in math are just constantly puzzled), … since I figure every fourth person I’ve met in Italy was at that Nirvana show, that means at least 12,125 people were packed into Bloom that night witnessing music history. There is the other possibility that just by dumb yankee luck I’ve actually met most of those 300 audience members and my math skills and equations are as erroneous as Moses supposes his toeses are roses.

CLICKS: Early in our set, probably around the 4^th or 5^th song I swear I heard a click, it was the sound like a door’s deadbolt unlocking. I thought, shit this isn’t good. It’s a sound I’ve heard before in my head, and only in my head. A place where my mind paces back and forth, at a place I sneak a peak, sometimes, other times I take a seat in the dark. Luckily so far, no one has caught me, locked me in, as there is always that possibility.

OFF: I looked around the stage, the club, the back wall and everything seem to be going well. The songs were jumping, the instruments were in tune, the monitors were kicking out plenty of sound, I could see the wine in my glass gently vibrating on the amp, the lighting was cool and moody, the crowd of about 150 or 200 people were pushing closer to the stage. Earlier in the evening we had yet another incredible meal on a tour of incredible meals; and though my mind was swimming like trout up stream to die, my belly felt fine, fat and warm …