Campaign To Convert Kurt Cobain's Childhood Home Into Museum Launched
A new campaign has been launched in an effort to turn Kurt Cobain's childhood home into a museum.
After Cobain's mother, Wendy O'Connor, put the Aberdeen bungalow on the market, one fan spearheaded an effort to raise funds to transform it into a museum.
Portland journalist Jaime Dunkle has set up a GoFundMe page featuring a video clip of her in Cobain's old bedroom. She hopes to raise $700,000 for the museum to "[make] sure this house is memorialized by us fans so it doesn't end up in the clutches of capitalist greed."
"Being inside was a total head spin," she told the Broward-Palm Beach New Times. "I had to meet with city officials and the realtor first, and by the time we finished hashing out some logistics for making it a museum, I only had 15 minutes to take pictures and make a video. As I wandered around, looking in closets, I imagined him as a teen, crouched inside, scribbling in his diaries or making sketches. The walk up the stairs into his bedroom made the hairs on my neck stand up. All I could think was that I was seeing through his eyes and walking in his footsteps, literally."
A new campaign has been launched in an effort to turn Kurt Cobain's childhood home into a museum.
After Cobain's mother, Wendy O'Connor, put the Aberdeen bungalow on the market, one fan spearheaded an effort to raise funds to transform it into a museum.
Portland journalist Jaime Dunkle has set up a GoFundMe page featuring a video clip of her in Cobain's old bedroom. She hopes to raise $700,000 for the museum to "[make] sure this house is memorialized by us fans so it doesn't end up in the clutches of capitalist greed."
"Being inside was a total head spin," she told the Broward-Palm Beach New Times. "I had to meet with city officials and the realtor first, and by the time we finished hashing out some logistics for making it a museum, I only had 15 minutes to take pictures and make a video. As I wandered around, looking in closets, I imagined him as a teen, crouched inside, scribbling in his diaries or making sketches. The walk up the stairs into his bedroom made the hairs on my neck stand up. All I could think was that I was seeing through his eyes and walking in his footsteps, literally."
