I once found myself three feet from Chris Cornell. It was March 7, 2003, backstage at the Electric Factory in Philadelphia, where Audioslave had just played the eleventh show of their inaugural North American tour. The only thing standing between meeting the legendary frontman was a towering personal bodyguard who was well north of my six foot height and outweighed me by at least 150 pounds. “That’s not the right pass,” he growled, eyeing the sticker on my chest. “I’m … Continue reading Remembering Chris Cornell, who was larger than life and louder than love