I saw Suicide in '74 and it was pretty horrifying.
Even by the time I was four or five, I had Gene Autry records.
Meanwhile after failing the bar twice, I knew some people in New York and moved here in August '71.
I was coerced into taking piano lessons in the early '50s. It was a quite unpleasant experience.
I never really followed grunge.
It was just like Howlin' Wolf. Once you arrive at the point that you understand it, the emotional factor is darker than some of the saddest blues stuff.