There’s live music, and then there’s Pearl Jam – that’s what I’ll be telling my kids 20, 30 years from now. Yeah, Bruce brings down the house – as do The Killers to an extent – but Pearl Jam shows are special for me. Ever since I picked up Ten when I used to order CDs from Columbia House (remember that shit?) without my parents knowing it, their music has changed my life. And ever since I saw them live for the first time 10 years ago, live music has never been the same for me. And that feeling is renewed with every show.
Eddie and company’s latest visit to Philly, this past Tuesday, marked the 23rd anniversary (to the day!) of the band’s first ever live show in Seattle. And I was glad to be there for the occasion. We celebrated with 34 songs, two encores, a particularly acrobatic Eddie, a shout-out to Springsteen (who attended the show incognito), a Happy Birthday from the crowd to the band, and of course, the one and only, Baba.
An absolutely incredible show and experience. And if they stay on schedule and make their way back here in 3 or 4 years, Mackenzie will finally have a chance to experience her first Pearl Jam show.
Mind Your Manners
Amongst The Waves
Given To Fly
World Wide Suicide
Do The Evolution
State Of Love And Trust