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, 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 Andrew’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.”
Andrew Wood was born in 1966, the youngest of a troubled family whose internal ructions he tried to soothe from childhood, with his larger-than-life personality and love for entertaining. As a kid, he was equally besotted with Elton John and KISS; later, he’d later adopt an onstage persona that was all glittery top-hats, whiteface make-up and silk and satin costumes. He was 14 when he formed his first band, Malfunkshun, with older brother Kevin – the pair stayed home Easter Sunday 1980 when the rest of their family decamped to his grandmother’s, and by the time their folks had returned, they’d cooked up their first demo-tape.
By the mid-’80s, Malfunkshun were fusing punk and metal with precocious suavity, unafraid to drop ludicrous guitar solos among the punk riffage. Andrew, meanwhile, gave all his wild frontman ambitions flight, equal parts Marc Bolan, Freddie Mercury, Prince and Gene Simmons. He renamed himself L’Andrew The Love Child, inspired by an episode of the original ’60s Star Trek TV series; brother Kevin would become Kevin Stein, while drummer Regan Hagar became Thundarr.