Statue of Chris Cornell commissioned for Seattle
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"I keep waking up in the middle of the night and remember, fresh again, that you are gone. An absence grows in my stomach and slowly turns circles like a far off galaxy on a grainy tv.
The same questions follow and my heart races...searching for reasons and what ifs..
I'm so selfishly sad that I'll never get to see you again, never play with you again, never feel the bask of your approval or be part of your life.
We all miss you so much...it was always a given in my mind we would all spend more time together when we got older, we would play more music and love and be loved like we dreamed...this was your time and you shared it with us...thank you.
You were too much...
Your talent was jaw dropping...your songs, lyrics, your voice...how could you have all 3...
And then, the not so obvious...your wicked sense of humor and your playfulness...
all of us are heartsick and we will never get over losing you.
We hope you're in peace and that your particles are mutating and transforming in harmony with nature. We wish your family our utmost condolences and sympathies.
We love you Chris,
Words by: Stone Gossard
A shot that my recently gone buddy, Chris, sent to me. A great moment of pride (probably taken by his lovely Vicky). It's his birthday today and he is one to be celebrated wildly and remembered fondly: one of the greatest hearts I've ever met. He cared deeply. That's the thing that stands out the most: how much he cared about people, about our country, about his family, about the world, and about defending the art of expression. I've had a lot of friends die, but his was a moment lost in oblivion: not him, a chaotic ghost descended upon. I love you deeply brother and I send my heart out to Vicky, Toni and Christopher and Lily and the rest of his family. And to all the rest that loved him back. Happy Birthday, buddy. xoxo JBKB(stucktogether) #theheartreigns #happybithdaychriscornell
Oscar-nominated director Evgeny Afineevsky remembers how his footage of the refugee crisis became part of the video for Chris's last song, "The Promise".
With our babies today we celebrated Lily's birthday at home. We miss you!
The Mourning Dove
While sitting in our family room the other day, my father, still reeling over the loss of his beloved son-in-law, saw a bird beyond the sliding doors pacing back and forth on the patio. At first, he didn't make much of it. The next day, however, the bird was still there, trying to flap its wings to take flight to no avail. He told my brother who, knowing how much Chris loved birds, gently gathered the bird and took it to a rescue facility on the west side. Once there, we were told the bird was a young mourning dove suffering from respiratory issues. We checked back a few days later and were told the bird is healing and will be released into a sanctuary once fully recovered. I am told the Mourning Dove is a symbol of the Holy Spirit, of peace and hope. I don't know if this is a sign from my sweet Christopher but it sure feels like one.
Think on the cov'nant thou hast made,
And all thy words of love;
Nor let the birds of prey invade,
And vex thy mourning dove. - from Psalm 74
I'm the shape of the hole
Inside your heart
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I laughed at love, it was a big mistake
“We spoke with Chris about playing a few Temple shows to just breathe some life into the songs we never got to play live. It felt like there was some unfinished business.” - Jeff Ament