Teenage rage

The following events are true.
I did not glean them from a tv show or movie.

We were partway done with cleaning the RV and I told everyone "let's take a break, warm up, and get the feeling back in our fingers".
We headed to the living room and everyone began digging through the boxes of Christmas gifts we brought home. John and Frankie played with his car ramps. Alice ate erasers off of Christmas pencils, Samantha was sampling chocolates, George was shooting his BB gun at the frozen pond in the back, and max was reading the action bible.
Henry had plugged his electric guitar into his new fender amp and had it pumped up as loud as it could go. He played a few single notes and then started ripping loud chords.
Samantha looked up and yelled "HENRY! THAT'S KIND OF LOUD!"
He kept rocking away.
I gave him a minute and said "YEAH, HENRY, IT'S LOUD. TAKE IT DOWNSTAIRS."
He kept rocking.
"MOVE. THAT. DOWN. STAIRS!"
He stopped.
"You know what? Thanks! Thanks for not supporting me. That means a lot"
"There is a time and a place for loud guitars- it's not meant for our living room. It's not meant for mass;-) it's meant for outdoor concerts, garages, and and and- downstairs."
Samantha chimed in "yeah, Kurt Cobain started Nirvana in a garage"
"He also hated his mom," Henry mentioned on his way downstairs.
"Well, you are on the right path then" I heard my uncharitable tongue reply.
A moment went by as we heard Henry gruffly walk down the rest of the stairs.
"Wait", said max, "didn't Kurt Cobain commit suicide?"