Soundgarden/Audioslave singer Chris Cornell is dead at 52. According to the BBC, his death is being investigated as a possible suicide.
Soundgarden’s final show on the evening of his demise was a cover of Led Zeppelin’s “In My Time of Dying” that was integrated into the staple “ Slaves and Bulldozers” in Detroit, MI.
Cornell’s wife contacted a friend in the area and asked the friend to check on Cornell. The friend forced the door of Cornell’s room at the MGM open and found him lifeless in the bathroom.
Cornell’s publicist Brian Bumbery issued a press statement that asked for respect.
“His wife Vicky and family were shocked to learn of his sudden and unexpected passing,” Bumbery said. “They would like to thank his fans for their continuous love and loyalty and ask that their privacy be respected at this time.”
Ok those are the details that seem to matter at this moment. In the coming days, there will be a lot of sensitive information that will make its way out there.
Quite frankly some of it will belong in the public eye and most of it will not. There’s a better than average chance that sales of both Soundgarden’s and Cornell’s solo catalog will open back up.
In short, thanks to his sensationalized death, incredible talent and passionate delivery, Chris Cornell is next-in-line to become the next rock star to reach icon status in the afterlife.
You never know what is going on that stirred this situation into existence.
Apologies if this post seems a bit out of sorts. This job requires the ability to write through unexpected circumstances that at times include names that you’ve come to admire a great deal.
Cornell’s work is what should define him moving forward as should the memories left behind by countless live shows that were typically on point.
Even the bemoaned attempt at uber-pop that was conceived with Timbaland contained a few nuggets that were worth holding on to.
Chris Cornell vocally was metal/grunge/whatever’s Mariah Carey in that his four octave range could not be fucked with by anybody in the game.
The inner lining of his heart was committed to tape and those releases from his gut are why he was just as soulful as Al Green and Marvin Gaye.
The distortion factor be damned, Cornell was a soul singer trapped inside the body of a rockstar who cut his hair at one point to shed the image of a sex symbol.
Don’t put him on that dumb-ass Seattle list because of geography and the company he kept.
But brace yourself for what is to come. Because you won’t be able to count on a dozen hands the number of bands that will cover Temple of the Dog’s “Hunger Strike” over the coming days to get their irony on.
So as more information is gathered, its time to grant the man’s name some rest. Whether he was pleading for it or not.