Eddie and Me on the Farm

I have not written anything in awhile — here or anywhere else. Truth is, the holidays suck every last bit of energy out me, both physical and otherwise. At times I love the whirlwind, but I am usually glad to see the holidays end, and get back into a routine.

Occupying my time these days, predictably, is Pearl Jam. I love the new album. Actually, “love” might not be a strong enough word….I am completely obsessed. I bought it when it was released last summer, and liked it, but more recently it seems to have taken on new energy. Regardless of the true motivation behind the songs, they have felt like the theme songs to my life for the past few months. If I were a musician, that’s what I would want my music to do….so kudos to PJ for that.

My latest favorite is “Unthought Known”. I really wish I had written these lyrics:

Feel the sky blanket you with gems and rhinestones…
See the path cut by the moon, for you to walk on.

I don’t know for certain, but I am pretty sure that Eddie might need to move to Walla Walla too.

We’ve Got a Thing, and it’s Called..

Radar Love. In the car coming home from Costco today. One of the best driving songs ever, hands down. But what it really reminds me of, instantaneously – 1992 Apple Cup, Pullman. The Drew Bledsoe year.

Freezing cold in butt-deep snow, we ended up in The Cavern, which, if memory serves, was a bar…on campus(?)

By the second half, the game was of no interest to any UW fan.  We danced, we spun, with the game on in the background.  A Coug stole my Husky hat and probably did unspeakable things with it.

The game wore on…we lost, convincingly. By this time, the jukebox was playing Pearl Jam, and in our Seattle-centric, drunkenly superior mindset, we taunted the Coug fans: yeah, you cowboy hicks, you might have won the game, but we’ve got Eddie Vedder.