Woke up to sad news today. From the New York times:
Chris Cornell, the powerful, dynamic singer whose band Soundgarden was one of the architects of grunge music, has died at 52.
Mr. Cornell died Wednesday night in Detroit, said his representative, Brian Bumbery, in a statement that called the death “sudden and unexpected” and that said the singer’s family would be “working closely with the medical examiner to determine the cause.”
Dontae Freeman, a spokesman for the Detroit Police Department, said in an interview that at about midnight officers responded at the MGM Grand casino to an apparent suicide of a white man, born July 20, 1964, who was pronounced dead on the scene. He would not confirm the victim’s name; Mr. Cornell’s date of birth is July 20, 1964.
Here's a really lovely eulogy written by Steven Hyden over at Uproxx:
Chris Cornell for me is one of those musicians who has been a part of my life for as long as I’ve cared about music. I’ve adored his songs, I’ve not-adored his songs, I’ve revered him, I’ve made fun of him — I’ve done all the things you do with icons that you come to take for granted because they’ve never not been there. But after Pearl Jam Twenty, things changed for me. Chris Cornell looked and sounded like a rock god, and he always will be to me. But I was reminded that he was also just a guy. Cornell had an innate sense of humanity that he infused into whatever he did, good or bad. He wasn’t some distant rock star issuing proclamations from up on high. He was an artist who dared to make himself vulnerable, time and again.
Cornell had one of the most unique voices in popular music. The man could really belt it, and he will rightly be remembered as one of the wailing voices of the grunge generation, but Cornell could also write a lovely song, here's one of my favorites.