I cannot watch this without crying. I'm 45. My whole life in Seattle. My first concert was Butthole Surfers, Blood Circus, and Nirvana, at Union Station in Seattle on oct 28 1988 . I was there for butthole surfers, never heard of nirvana (years later I learned it was their first show north of Olympia). I only realized nirvana was an opener at the show a few years later. Then i saw them at the OK hotel, with Fitz of depression and Bikini kill. Total little dive bar in seattle, but was an all-ages show (I was 15 or 16). And may 9, 1989 saw Nirvana with Tad and Mudhoney at Lamefest. To be fair, Nirvana wasn't my favorite local band, Mudhoney was/is. But Kurt (and Layne) ended up running in some of the same circles I did. (we're all familiar with the massive seattle heroin epidemic at the time). All that said, I'll never forget where I was, what I was doing when the news broke that Kurt died. Just as clear as 9/11, years later. This unplugged session was the last thing I remember seeing from him before learning of his death, and it was such an amazingly powerful, and in-character, honest performance. Tears and goosebumps every time.
When I was a small girl we sang this song. I'm 82 so that was a very long time ago. Of course, we didn't sing it like Curt but was one of those-everyone knew and you sat on the porch and the family would all join in.
Kurt laid it out there for all on this song. he even said it was "the performance of his life". he wouldn't do an encore.....because you couldn't top it.
Please notice the silence and patient respect of the crowd at the end. No one rushing or clamoring. No one yelling or demanding. That was real respect of art and artist alike.
This is Nirvana's version of Lead Belly's version of an old, old, OLD Appalachian/Southern folk song. A college student of music, history, &/or anthropology could probably build a master's thesis out of trying to find the original iteration of this song.