Yield!


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Woah.  Woahhh!!!! Just look at how close I was to the Pearl Jam stage! 

Ok…it doesn’t seem all that close…but it’s the closest I’ve ever been.  My other seats were way way way up in the nosebleed seats at Wrigley.  This was a vast improvement. 

I can’t quite put into words how unbelievably great the show was.  It was spectacular!  So spectacular that, amongst the crowd of phones recording and photographing, I only took 3 photos total.  Concerts are an experience that should be savored. 

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From the start…from Pendulum to Mind Your Manners to Corduroy…from Baba with a special guest from Cheap Trick…It had the making of an unforgettable show. 

All of Yield.  ALL of YIELD!! 

Two encores, all the great songs that everyone wants to hear…Black, Alive, Yellow Led, nearly three and a half hours of non stop jams, cheeky and sweet anecdotes from Eddie, and we sang happy birthday to Tom Petty! I loved it all.  It was magical.  Magical music that turns fleeting moments into long lasting memories. 

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Pearl Jam tonight!


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Holy smokes!  The day has finally arrived that Eddie Vedder and friends roll into my town, my turf, my favorite!!

I can barely wait.  I’ve been pacing around the house, cleaning, cooking, changing clothes and looking in the mirror over and over again.  I’ve turned into a little bit of a girl over this whole thing.  Normally, when girls have an exciting event, they go all ga-ga and obsess about what to wear.  And normally I find that more than mildly annoying.   Why is it that girls are always worried about what to wear?  Will I be whisked away backstage because of my new jeans or will Eddie do a shout out to me and my perfectly matched yet unmatched cardigan??

I think not.

But here I am, checking myself out in the mirror over and over like a stupid twenty-something single girl!.

At any rate, I anticipate an evening filled with great people, cocktails, laughter, mind blowing music, and *fingers crossed* several poor choices.  I really hope they play Immortality since I didn’t hear it at Wrigley last summer.  I hope that there’s no douchebags sitting in our section that thinking they are the epitome of the PJ Superfan and record the whole show on their giant iphone 6.  I also hope we’re not next to the annoying concert girls.  You know what I’m talking about.  They scream.  They sing loudly the whole time.  They get drunk and spill overpriced beer on you.

But hey, that’s what concerts are all about.  The music and the weirdo people that love it!  Cheers!

 

I am not athletic.


The lovelies and I caught a few ice skating performances on the Olympics last night. 

I remember being young and watching in awe…gawking at the girls in sparkly outfits spinning and hurtling themselves through the chilly air.  I always wondered how they got those nude colored leggings around their skates without tearing holes in them. 

There was a woman who skated to Pink Floyd last night.  Shine on you crazy diamond. 

I began to think of all the great songs I would skate to if I were talented and not a weak ankled, fat knee’d, awkward faced, cynical mom with unachievable, athletic, childhood dreams. 

Of course, you know me, and I would have to skate to Eddie.  I noticed everyone tries to skate to beautiful and moving pieces of music.  I would have to make a medley of Pearl Jam.   A little Chris Cornell and Soundgarden action could be great too. 

Maybe Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch? Color Me Badd??  Vanilla Ice???  Salt n Peppa?  Matchbox 20??  Stone Temple Pilots?  Nirvana???

Grunge is like poetry, arguably, and so is ice skating, I guess. 

I could wear a signature Cobain cardigan.  I could have a pair of Doc Marten ice skates fashioned as well.

I wouldn’t smile.  I would keep an air of angst and dirt and just enough self doubt.  I might even flip people off but I would school some fucking ice skating haters.  I would be so good on those triple axles and so visually and musically ironic, no one could handle it. 

I would be the best role model for young girls.  My own kids would roll their eyes and say, ugh mom, not Pearl Jam again. 

Good vibrations…good like Sunkist


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Picture is crooked. I know.  It’s just too exciting in here!  Marky Mark?

One of the best parts of driving my husband’s car is the Sirius radio. 

A whole 90’s station? With Biggie and Crash Test Dummies and Nirvana and weird techno songs and oldies that aren’t really oldies.  No Pearl Jam yet… 

Ah, sweet nostalgia!  Reminds me of riding the school bus and singing along to all the great songs on the radio. 

‘Gonna feel sweat coming out your pores!’

So I’m feeling a little strange sitting in the parking lot of the grocery store, drinking my latte, writing this blog, and jamming to some nineties tunes.

A little strange, but not strange enough to stop.

‘Yo! It’s about that time, to bring forth the rhythm and the rhyme’

For Maggie and Rita and Sarah


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I got new Doc Martens! They’re red…as you can see. I shouldn’t have gotten them, budget wise.

But I was at the mall…and they just called out to me from across the walkway. They looked so sad.  They looked like they needed new feet to call home.  They needed me!  How could I just walk away? How could I just turn my back on them? Have I no heart?  Have I no soul??  I mean, they match the new Pearl Jam album…

Needless to say, we’ve been living happily ever after.

On another note, Tremors 2: The Aftershock is mildly entertaining but not nearly as good without Kevin Bacon.  It’s like Ghostbusters without Bill Murray. It’s like Aladdin without that Gilbert guy as the parrot voice!!  Not the same. 

On another note, during the viewing of this film, I may or may not have eaten most off the chocolate bars from the children’s Halloween candy.  Those Twix bars stole my heart too.  They needed me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

And I needed them.

And did you know there’s a Tremors 3?? Not sticking around for this one.