By God it’s been so long, never dreamed you’d return.

I probably have no right to be saying anything about Pearl Jam on the internet, as I’ve only ever owned their first five albums.  But I think their music is an important part of what this blog is about, and my interest in those first five albums has recently been rekindled.

I still remember how I felt that fall day of 1991 when I got in my car parked in the Nordstrom’s parking lot at the Tacoma Mall, opened Ten, put it in my CD player, and listened to it while reading through the lyrics scrawled in the liner notes.  It was the first time I’d listened to music and felt like it was speaking to me.  I wanted to take all the poetry that I’d written and never shown to anyone and send it to whoever this Eddie Vedder guy was, because I thought he might get what I was trying to say.

Stadiums and Memories and Fingerprints

Pearl Jam is coming out with a new album Tuesday, so I’m sure nobody who knows me is surprised that I’m going to say something about that even though I haven’t bought a Pearl Jam album in probably a decade.  I’ll say more on Tuesday, but in my stroll down memory lane, I came across this article that might only make sense to people who lived in Seattle during the 1990s.  The reason that I’m sharing it is because as I was reading it, the author described an occasion when the newly formed band attended an exhibition game between the Supersonics and the Chicago Bulls in October of 1990. 

I was at that game.