It’s that time of the 4-year.
Once every four years, we get a new mayor (or recycled old mayor as the case may be), and once every 4 years, Pearl Jam plays Seattle. Seeing as the world strives to achieve balance, I like to think that the latter compensates for the former.
Anyway, it seems like only yesterday that the Mother Love Bone-spinoff known as Mookie Blaylock was playing the Off-Ramp. Who could imagine that, 23 years later, the band would still be together, playing the Coliseum, only now, instead of a basketball player, they’d be named after a load of jizz.
It almost brings a tear to your eye, doesn’t it?
I have to admit that I didn’t always like Pearl Jam. I mean, I always thought their music was great, but at the time, along with Mudhoney, I dismissed them as a bunch of spoiled rich kids … which, come on, they kind of were. At least a few of them.
Yes, I was a little more entrenched in the Nirvana camp where the motto was “I can’t be a Pearl Jam fan because I didn’t grow up upper-middle class and go to private school.”
That was then, and this is now, and in that time, I’ve been won over handily.
Well, at this point, Pearl Jam is solidly in my top 3 favorite bands of all time.
So handily, that, and no offense to Mike whatsoever … but whenever I go to a PJ show, I secretly hope that Mike will break his hand so that Eddie will yell “Does anyone in the audience know how to play Yellow Ledbetter?” … and after thrusting my hand in the air, I’m brought up to close out the show with a Ledbetter/Little Wing combo that I would mangle horribly to a chorus of boos, but which I would thoroughly enjoy nonetheless.
We all have our fantasies.
In any event, the hour is upon me, and I’m off to the monorail for the 1-mile ride over to the Coliseum (fuck the “Key Arena”).
Pearl Jam is in town, and if you’re presently anywhere other than Seattle on this fine night, well then my friends it sucks to be you.
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