Summer of 95 we had an exchange student from France. He thought he was moving to Nirvana Nirvana. Dude was crushed when he ended up in a house on Delridge that listened to Warren G and Dre in a neighborhood where no one gave a fuck about Nirvana.
Frogs fucking love Cobain.
I actually remember being in Nice, France when I was 21 years old. It was right as Nirvana was exploding from local to international. I was in an old hotel and had just checked into my room. I turned on the radio and heard the DJ talking excitedly en francais about an exciting new band from America, and then Smells Like Teen Spirit came on...