Max is NOW!

I don’t normally blog about stuff like this, but I saw the news items and almost threw up on my computer (which is rare on Wednesdays).

Now I’m not the most reverent guy on the block, as a matter of fact I think I made some joke about my own mother’s vagina not 10 minutes ago. Seriously though, the merchandising of Kurt Cobain is getting almost ridiculous. The new Kurt Cobain Signature Converse are just spitting on the dead rocker’s “last wishes” (If you want to call them that). Not only are they using his name to sell their shit product, but they are also “honoring” him by printing some of his writings on it. Oh, the world is so wonderful. I understand the fact that he smoked a shotgun shell quite a while ago, but do you think you could just leave his music, art, and writings out of your “anniversary celebration” with this “signature” marketing attempt.

Try finding a LIVING musician who doesn’t mind whoring himself out. I’m all for good marketing, but this isn’t it. Especially when you’re going to use such a tired idea as “Signature” collection shoes. Or just try coming up with a better marketing campaign. Over-payed hacks….

Just back off the merchandising an inch. Unless, of course you want to go full-bore and just exhume him to “feature” for the next Nike BodyWorlds exhibit. I’m sure that psychotic “curator” who lacquers the bodies could even get him in a classic Kurt pose with a needle still in his arm. Blah blah blah.

I am glad to see that Converse/Nike has no problem turning a troubled man’s life and death into their gain.
Also, peek the next Nike signature collection I got a sneak preview of:

The Ghandi Signature Trainers
Featuring some of his favorite things.

*Please note that Peggy Kirchoff is a wonderful mother and woman. Any jokes made about her reproductive organs are intended for humor purposes only. (And Mom I didn’t really make a joke about your vagina, I just needed to insure everyone that I’m normally pretty irreverent. I love you too. I’ll call you this weekend.)