One of the more comical things to me as I get older, is realizing that there are now people I converse with, work with, etc. on a daily basis that were just babies when I was well into my angsty exploration of adolescence. I'm not sure why it surprises me, I mean everyone had to be born sometime, you know? I guess it could go the other way with me as well, like someone who grew up in the '70s - remembering what it was like hearing The Damned for the first time. I can't relate with that nostalgia, just like they couldn't relate to mine. I remember stealing my step-dads flannel shirts, I remember the first time I heard Nirvana, and I remember what it was like to be a '90s kid. I'm damn proud of that and I feel really lucky to be apart of that generation.
One of my fondest memories was when my mom split with my step-dad, (he'd been in the picture since I was a baby). I was about 12 years old, and at that point I was going back and forth - staying in separate places. Whenever I would stay at "dads", I would be in my old room, but without any of my stuff in it. It was like I moved out of an apartment, but went back every weekend and made half-attempts to make it feel like it was still mine. One of the things I remember vividly is taking the Polaroid replicas out of my No Code cd and tacking them onto my empty bedroom walls. It made holes, and I'm sure it pissed him off - which still makes me laugh to be honest - but it made the room feel like home for a weekend. That record helped get me through a lot back then.
One of my fondest memories was when my mom split with my step-dad, (he'd been in the picture since I was a baby). I was about 12 years old, and at that point I was going back and forth - staying in separate places. Whenever I would stay at "dads", I would be in my old room, but without any of my stuff in it. It was like I moved out of an apartment, but went back every weekend and made half-attempts to make it feel like it was still mine. One of the things I remember vividly is taking the Polaroid replicas out of my No Code cd and tacking them onto my empty bedroom walls. It made holes, and I'm sure it pissed him off - which still makes me laugh to be honest - but it made the room feel like home for a weekend. That record helped get me through a lot back then.
I'm still completely reeling from this experience, and I couldn't be more proud of everyone involved with this project. Third Man Records is releasing a very special Vault package, including the entire live set that Pearl Jam unleashed on our stage, a 7" recording from Eddie Vedder that was recorded in our record booth, a commemorative patch and pin, and a hard cover photo book full of my pictures from the entire day. July 31st is the last day to sign up to get a copy of your own. Link: Pearl Jam • Live At Third Man Records • Vault #29
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