Gonna See My Friend

                What if I was to go on another Pearl Jam rant? …

                I cannot get enough of this band.  I listen to the Alpine Valley set list over and over, and it never gets old.  My family probably wants to punch my face (or at least disconnect my ipod dock), but that shit is GOOD!

                It’s Evolution, baby.  Because I WAS Arms Aloft in Aberdeen, even though the memory is vague, and I wasn’t actually in Aberdeen.  And I want a certain someone to RELEASE ME.  And I wonder about the BETTERMAN.  And I want to go on a Hunger Strike – preferably with Eddie and Chris.  I have loved Pearl Jam for a very long time, but this is the first time in a long time that music has made me want to do something.  DO SOMETHING.  Eddie tells me that he’s got some if I need it, and I NEED IT.  Where are you, Eddie?

                P.S. That elderly woman behind the counter is not an old woman, but it’s definitely an old friend.  I would recognize his breath, even though memories are like fingerprints … slowly fading.  He probably wouldn’t recognize me today, because I’m not my former.  It’s hard when you’re stuck up on a shelf… What I love about the songs it that the lyrics mean what you need them to mean.  I can dance or be in a trance.  It doesn’t matter, because they’re both equally perfect. 

                Would I go back to the clusterfuck, rainy, cold, overpriced, fog-fest that was Alpine Valley to see them again?  In a heartbeat.  Because Eddie makes me want to trade stories with the leaves and wave to all my friends (even though they don’t seem to notice me).  No one does, actually.  I have a stereotype and a disclaimer.  If only people knew what they were missing….