5/16/2000
I'm a "bad news first" type gal, so: Mike McCready had to re-enter rehab. Shit, no. The good news: Matt Cameron is their new drummer. Shit, yes. Matt's one of those musicians who's much too talented to go without a high profile gig for over a year.
"Breakerfall"--Hate's less taxing than love--at first. Rage beats a body up, while veggies help us play. So go ahead and devour a big ol' steak whilst ranting about how diversity is ruining your life; if you took the time and made the effort, you might one day come to love Brussel sprouts almost as much as you love democracy.
"God's Dice"--Wasting time is even less forgivable than wasting food. Unless you can show me a store that sells fresh time. (And don't be a smart-ass and say "watch shop.")
Words follow one another with picnic baskets. The blankets are pre-laid and monochrome.
"Evacuation"--Straight on…for you. Wilson Lessons are well-learned in Seattle.
"Light Years"--Eddie's impression of Chris Cornell's impression of Neil Young in the morning. Not bad. Holds peak appeal to folks whose relationship milestones all somehow involve Wal-Mart.
"Nothing As It Seems"--Stare at recovered ship wreckage long enough, you're bound to get drowsy. Fascinating at old currency and cracked bowls can be, sleep is the cousin of death. So, catch the mood. Beach first, then shipwreck museum. Otherwise you'll be splayed out on the Maryland flag beach towel, snoring as the seagulls pick at your feet, forgetting to reapply lotion, and waking up feeling even worse than you look. Which, for the record, is like an embarrassed tomato.
"Thin Air"--A love song for people who love songs.
"Insignificance"--Lowlife on the high seas. Location matters. The crew gifted their captain a bitchin' map.
"Of The Girl"--Speaking of Heart, their 80s output is pretty shaky, I won't deny. "There's the Girl" is pretty stellar for synth trash, though.
Speaking of Eddie Vedder, he's still dedicated to representing the gender he ain't. Weak men and the weaker women they attack against all odds. The music, like the arguments, is behind the walls.
"Grievance"--Rich man poor man, every man's got a grievance. Technology is the devil, which isn't good enough reason to shred your throat.
"Rival"--Gives me the leapy nerves. I don't want the leapy nerves.
"Sleight of Hand"--Dynamism is so early 90s.
"Soon Forget"--Ukulele?! The most execrable of all the stringed instruments?!
The women in Pearl Jam songs are lovelorn and indecisive. The men are addled and miserable. They trust no bitch, but are fool enough to trust a man or two.
"Parting Ways"--A string section provides instant transparent pathos.
A woman and a man, together. Are they egg rolls or pancakes? Considering the source--pancakes.
Gee, thanks for the sonic equivalent of sipping faucet water, guys.
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