Last night JT and I headed to see Pearl Jam - and side note, this is part 2 in our season of grunge experience, we did Soundgarden last month and Foo Fighters (who I still think of as almost Nirvana) next month.
That was one fantastic concert. I heart PJ. A lot.
But here's how I know that I attended that concert as a 40ish person and not a 20ish person:
1. When Eddie started talking about some cause they are involved with, I heard "blah, blah, blah change the world blah blah blah" and thought "I hope they play Black, I hope they play Black, I hope they play Black". Which they didn't....I guess Eddie cant read my mind.
2. My day had started at 5:40 that morning, so I was glad that everyone around stayed seated so that I didn't have to stand the whole time. In my defense, it was a long concert.
3. Before the music started I worried about how far it was to the bathroom from my seat, and how many stairs there were...they hurt my knees.
4. And finally,
And you know what else I learned last night, although Eddie Vedder is a musical genius (for those who know or care, I like his ukulele songs), he can't dance.
And if you think I shouldn't be judging anyone's dancing, I beg to differ...just check out the dancing video on my Facebook page.
4 comments:
Haha!!! Glad you went and it sounds like you a great time. I think I must be older than me - I thought "Pearl Jam? Love them, but I am way too old for concerts..." jk. Nursing baby vetos a lot.
I've always been a Pearl Jam girl and it sounds like you had a great time. I still like going to concerts, but I like to have a good amount of personal space and I'm with James... I bring ear plugs just in case.
I had to google pearl jam. I know. It's sad that I must have missed that decade while I lactated and burped four babies. But the one thing I did see was that they remixed a song I did know.
Just to jump in and be a (boring) name dropper, my little Hawaii-dweller brother has surfed with Eddie Vedder. It impressed me much, as PJ was the soundtrack to my high school years!
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