It’s early spring 1990, and Seattle’s Paramount Theater is packed-to-the-rafters, a fact that would have put a huge smile on the face of the man whose name is on the marquee outside. But that man – L’Andrew The Love Child, AKA Andrew Wood – is dead. This is his memorial, and the nascent rock scene percolating in America’s Pacific Northwest will never be the same again. “The funeral was very surreal,” remembered Wood’s best friend and flatmate Chris Cornell of Soundgarden, years later to the makers of Malfunkshun: The Andrew Wood Story. “I was happy for him, because it was packed, and they were showing films of him performing. He was a fuckin’ rock star the day he was born – it didn’t matter if he’d never sold a single record. He was the only rock star I ever met.” Wood was born in 196...
