Nah. Nirvana mostly sucked. In that era there was a lot of much better music.
I agree on both points but Nirvana did have some seriously gigantic influence on people in that 1990's vintage. I was a teenager at the time and heavily into music and the image that went with making sure the people around you knew what you listened to and you're assumption that that made you cool or grunge or carefree or whatever. The Nirvana fanboys were very much the emo of that era and tried so hard to be so casual and it fucking drove me nuts. Every kid started hanging out in the music sections of the school buildings at lunchtime and plucked strings on guitars and had absolutely not one fucking clue what they were doing but they all thought they looked like Kurt Cobain with their roughed up hair and untucked shirt. Far out, the image was so crazy!
I very vividly remember the day that Kurt Cobain was announced as dead. Far out, it was pretty damn big news in my part of the world and at my age it was a really influential thing. I like to think I was always a bit more of a forward thinker than people my age and was astounded at the things that happened that week. We had teachers keeping some kids in classrooms at lunch on what seemed like suicide watch and we had other kids seeing Doctors for their pain, it was crazy! We even had a girl in a history class put her hand up and ask if she could express herself and talk about the life of Kurt Cobain. Fuck me, the teacher said nope, sit down and learn about Islamabad but nah, she cried, stomped her feet and stood up with tears all over her and started reciting a Nirvana song and pointed to the ceiling screaming"We love you Kurt!". The end result of that was astounding; most people in that room acted like they were interested in whatever the fuck had just happened while some giggled and a couple of others (me included) just sat there with our jaws on the desk wondering why this grunge era was motivating kids to act like this. It was a really crazy thing to see!
I left school and met new people and broadened my music interest and watched this Nirvana style of image breed some new styles of music from people who had their own way of defining grunge and yep, it made Nirvana; albeit a pioneer of sorts look totally lame in my eyes. Mind you, it was all too emotional that sort of music and heavy metal was always my preference.
Years later, I had a chance encounter with a girl who was in that classroom and I hadn't seen for a long time. She was beautiful, turned out to be a really gorgeous woman. She'd grown up a bit and was comfortable talking to people and she bought up the day that that girl yelled the Cobain stuff and she awkwardly said she watched me the whole time as she knew from other people that I was a bit more mature than others. She said the teacher was also watching me and there was some weird triangle thing going on while everyone else acted like tools about it. I wasn't sure what she was getting at and I just shrugged it off and changed the subject until she said that that girl ended up cutting her wrists and writing stories about hanging herself etc and was in care somewhere and had truly lost her marbles...............that got my attention. It's a combination of feelings in that sense but the influence that group (Cobain especially) had on young people was amazing.
Totally off topic and not related, I didn't see that girl for another year or two and bumped into her in Sydney when the town was going crazy during the Olympic closing ceremony and she looked a little weathered but still hot as. She hit me up for some company "back at her place" but I was making my way to the train to get home after I saw that amazing fighter jet sequence extinguishing the Olympic torch as I'd had a fucking whopper of a crash the day before and could barely stand up. I told her that stuff and she said she'd help fix it but I pussed out and bailed. I found out another few years later that she turned out to be the girl from school that (in a Borat voice) "Had the sex" with everyone and she had some wild STD going on.
What is the moral of this long winded yarn? Ride bikes and wear condoms.