But, I don't feel that when we listen to "Smells Like Teen Spirit" it is only the song that we are listening to. It feels to me, that what we are actually listening to is a withdrawn and alienated young man's journey out of the small American town of Aberdeen -- a young man who by any measure was a walking bundle of dysfunction and human limitation -- a young man who had the temerity to howl his particular pain into a microphone and in doing so, by way of the heavens, reach into the hearts of a generation. We are also listening to Iggy Pop walk across his audience's hands and smear himself in peanut butter whilst singing 1970. We are listening to Beethoven compose the Ninth Symphony while almost totally deaf. We are listening to Prince, that tiny cluster of purple atoms, singing in the pouring rain at the Super Bowl and blowing everyone's minds.