Some time later, Kurt reached out to me. I missed the call, but my wife took the message: “Kurt Cobain wants to go into the studio with you.” See, I’m 113 years old now; I was about 72 in the Nineties, so I was going to bed at, like, 10 p.m., and he was just getting going around 11. I did call him back a couple of times. The number was from the Four Seasons in L.A., and I would get these responses like, “Mr. Cobain has not left the room for three days” or “Mr. Cobain is under the bed.
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