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Television is the most evil thing on our planet. Go right now to your TV and toss it out the window, or sell it and buy a better stereo.

I remember one time during their [Nirvana’s] 1992 Australian tour and we were in the tour bus. Everyone was drinking wine and Dave Grohl took out a notebook. Dave Grohl had a diary or journal of some sort, whatever it was, and during that tour he wrote in it everyday. He might have written in it afterward too but I wouldn’t know. Dave started writing and Krist Novoselic asked him what he was doing. Dave ignored him [Krist] and Kurt Cobain became curious, too. Kurt grabbed the journal and picked a random page from it [the journal] and read it out loud. This journal entry described Kurt Cobain in somewhat interesting detail. Dave called Kurt Cobain his best friend and said getting that call from Kurt and Krist was the best day of his life. The journal entry also said Kurt Cobain saved his life because he felt very confused, or lost, while in Scream and contemplated life threatening situations, if you know what I mean. Kurt Cobain gave the book back to Dave Grohl, took another sip of wine, and hugged him. He told Dave Grohl that he is his best friend and asked him to never leave the band no matter what because he couldn’t do this [the band] without him. Krist Novoselic shook his head in agreement. Dave Grohl said he would die before that happened and they [Kurt and Krist] smiled. Krist Novoselic, Kurt Cobain and Dave Grohl had a group hug. I laughed hysterically at them with warmth in my heart. The next day Kurt Cobain said it was just the wine talking but I know he meant what he said. You can’t fake a moment like that.

For a few years in Seattle, it was the Summer of Love, and it was so great. To be able to just jump out on top of the crowd with my guitar and be held up and pushed to the back of the room, and then brought back with no harm done to me. It was a celebration of something that no one could put their finger on. But once it got into the mainstream, it was over. I’m just tired of being embarrassed by it. I’m beyond that.

For five years during the time I had my stomach problem, yeah. I wanted to kill myself every day. I came very close many times. I’m sorry to be so blunt about it. It was to the point where I was on tour, lying on the floor, vomiting air because I couldn’t hold down water. And then I had to play a show in twenty minutes. I would sing and cough up blood. This is no way to live a life. I love to play music, but something was not right. So I decided to medicate myself. Even as satire, though, a song like that can hit a nerve. There are plenty of kids out there who, for whatever reasons, really do feel suicidal. That pretty much defines our band. It’s both those contradictions. It’s satirical, and it’s serious at the same time.

Maybe it will inspire women to pick up guitars & start bands. Because it’s the only future in rock‘n’roll. I’ve had this negative attitude for years. Rock‘n’roll has been exhausted. But that was always male rock‘n’roll. There’s a lot of girl groups, just now, within the last few years. The Breeders and the Riot Grrrls all have a hand in it. People are finally accepting women in those kinds of roles.

Imagine the worst stomach flu you’ve ever had, every single day. And it was worse when I ate, because once the meal would touch that red area I would hyperventilate, my arms would turn numb, and I would vomit. I was suicidal on our last tour—I really wanted to blow my head off. And so when we got home I decided to do heroin every day because obviously a heavy narcotic is going to stop the pain. The whole time I was doing drugs I didn’t have stomach problems.