Certain things in life are inevitable. Everybody gets sick. We all die. Andy Reid will mismanage the clock. Ron Paul will make this face. These things are so common that they should seem unremarkable, and yet every time they happen we think, “How could this possibly have happened again?”
Such is the case with Courtney Love, who turned a concert in Brazil into one of her signature freak-outs. According to multiple reports, Love began her odd outing at the SWU Festival by showing her boobs (ho-hum), then requesting some lip balm “for her herpes sore.” She continued to espouse her philosophy on the microphone, announcing her status as a gay icon and taking credit for being the inspiration for Smashing Pumpkins albums Siamese Dream and Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness. (Based on the reissue of Siamese Dream we’ve been listening to, she shouldn’t be too proud of that one.)
The fireworks really got started when Love spotted a poster of her late husband Kurt Cobain in the crowd. “I don’t need to see a picture of Kurt, a–hole, and I’m going to have you f–ing removed if you keep throwing that up,” she shouted at the fan holding the poster. “I’m not Kurt. I have to live with his s—, his ghost, his kid every day. Throwing that up is stupid and rude and I’ll beat the f— out of you if you do it again. You weren’t f—ing married to him. I f—ing was! Go see the f—ing Foo Fighters and do that s—!”
Now that’s a rant! Love stormed off the stage right after that, only to return a few minutes later (but only after her guitarist started a chant of “Foo Fighters are gay!”). The band apparently played some music during their time on stage, too, but Love provided the main event. You can watch part of the rant below, though as noted, the language is pretty salty.
Obviously this isn’t new. At this point, Love is known way better as a mess than as a musician. In fact, in the 21st century, she has put out two albums’ worth of music and has recorded exactly one decent song. She might as well hit the road as part of a package tour with a bunch of ’80s metalheads, because the draw is the same: A handful of pretty good rock songs, and a whole lot of unpredictable debauchery. It’s a shame that she and Axl can’t just bury the hatchet.
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