Anyone who follows my blog knows I like music. I’m a bit old school too. For the kids out there, if you are tiring of Bieber and Rhianna, get some of this red hot shit into your ears. I recommend listening with some earbuds in. Loud, but not too loud because you don’t want to damage your hearing, like I have!
Ok, never heard of Pearl Jam?
Check yo’self kiddo!
Here’s some pertinent information for you sniffy nosed millennials sipping lattes with your heads stuck in your smartphones:
So, back in ’92 I was a flannel wearing wanna be punk kid with a bad attitude and a habit of getting drunk and spending all my money (which wasn’t much, I was an apprentice). Back in the day, Pearl Jam were tearing it up (like tearing up a hotel room, not tearing up like you would in a sad movie).
Just a side note, has anyone noticed what a damn fine looking young man Eddie Vedder was? Ok, that’s probably a redundant statement because grungy chicks (back in ’92, “still in a room without a view” (nod to RATM)) in flannel were probably drooling about him, but I kinda only just noticed this not long ago.
The kid was damn good looking, and had a voice that truly transcended his young age. He sounds as if you put a man of 45, with all that life experience – anger, pain, lust, rebellion, success and failure, etc, into a kid that was maybe into his early twenties, and his voice – the passion and the desperation in his voice just made it so, powerful.