That Band Next Door...

So after 2.5 months in my Pierce St. upper its quite clear that Pearl Jam has an established residence, uh maybe basement studio next door. Basement shows are alive and well in Riverwest Milwaukee. I regularly see the band unloading from a large grocery-getter and more often than not am masqueraded with the sounds of a heavy grunge which migrate up to my bathroom. (yeah, the houses are built rather close to each other) And I thought I needed a radio near the tub!

The last I actually saw of Pearl Jam was in June and October of 2000. The Seattle grungers headlined one night of the 4-day annual Rock am Ring festival in Germany. Oasis could not even finish their set before Pearl Jam played due to the 60,000+ crowd demanding Peral Jam appear and assaulting the stage with toilet paper rolls, bottles etc.. from the camping sites. Rock am Ring was pretty brutal in terms of the AV supply on hand and the killer sunburn I received on the 3rd day. After the festival on the return to Giessen the exhaust fell off Joe's old shitty Ford and was dragging on the autobahn while we were playing asshole and trying to finish the AV supply in car.

Two days after returning to Wisconsin for the first time in 2.5 years in October 2000, I found myself with the Reverend Tapper Hoe at the coldest ever outside PJ concert at Alpine Valley Music Theater in Wisconsin. It was so cold, the band was wearing winter jackets and stocking hats while on stage and of course they made reference to the weather throughout the show. And some drunk-ass nearby to us in the parking lot tried to warm up by sticking his hand on my cooking grill prior to the show.

Both shows rocked out in 2000!!

One of these nights I think I will buy a 12 pack, wet my palette with a few, don my 8th-grade-too-tight Pearl Jam concert T and some ripped jeans, stumble next door with the remnants of the 12 pack and check out what the noise is all about. I'll let you know how it goes...