“Things
were different then. All is different now. I tried to explain…somehow” (Lyrics from "Hard to Imagine" by Pearl Jam)
Then
This was me…20 years ago.
Back then, I was what you
would categorize a “dead head”. However, I’m not sure how much truth there is
in that label. I went on tour when the money allowed. I liked the music. However, there were things I loved more than the music. I
loved the feeling of community. I loved the traveling. I loved the scene. I thought I loved the
substance-related “extracurriculars”. I loved the scene. I loved the guy I was
dating, so much so that I married him 7 years later. So yes, a dead head I
suppose…but, at heart, I was way more.
The night I met that guy,
I was wearing a Pearl Jam T-shirt ---the one with the girl on the front and the
crayons on the back. I really had
gotten into the Dead’s music, but more than that I had gotten into substances
and specifically (unfortunately) the ones that surrounded that scene. Prior to that time though, it was that
cassette tape that got worn out on my stereo at home and in the cassette deck
in my car. I couldn’t get enough. I
did an acting class assignment focused on the song “Jeremy”. I created a piece
of art involving PJ song lyrics. I loved music and had found a band that sang
what my soul seemed to feel, and that alone was enough to alter my mood. The
first time I heard “Once”…the first time I heard Ed sing “Once upon a time I
could love myself”, it was like my emotions were cracked open. Every song on
“Ten” was my language. I had never heard anything like it and I was hooked.
I was a girl who LOVED
music. LOVED. I can’t remember a time when music did not speak directly to me
or for me. I always had songs that represented moments in my life…but this,
this new stuff ---“Ten”, Pearl Jam, THIS was a soundtrack.
I wore out that cassette,
then bought Vs., Vitalogy, No Code, a bootleg…but as things in life change, my
life became more focused on those “extracurriculars” and the scene at Dead
shows. That guy…he had seen Pearl Jam live, just before we met. I had never
seen them and had always wished for the day when I did get a chance to hear
them live. It probably would have been more easy than I made it to see a Pearl Jam show.
However, when you don’t know yourself, when you’ve lost yourself in those
“extracurriculars”, you’re more likely to go along with what seems good in
relationship with others...and, to you at the time. My guy, the friends I had…well, PJ just wasn’t the focus
and other music interests just kind of wedged out not only my listening to
Pearl Jam, but also to that part of me that I could connect to when listening
to their music.
Was this all about Pearl
Jam, seriously? No, of course not, but, as I said, I tend to think of my life
in more of a soundtrack form sometimes. That time of rocking out to Pearl Jam
was meaningful. I have memories of just playing one of their albums and feeling better, just
knowing someone else possibly had thoughts and feelings like I did. This, for me, was more about identity…it
was about knowing (or not knowing as the case was) who I am. I just didn’t then…I couldn’t.
Addiction blocks you from knowing who you are and Whose you are.
I never stopped loving
Pearl Jam’s music…
Life had just taken a lot
of detours for me, not all bad, and the soundtracks changed.
I was given the gift of
sobriety. Divorce happened. A bad relationship. I reconnected with God and
connected with a church. Soundtracks were different for everything.
The journey of learning
who I was and Who I belonged to was now well underway.
Now
This is me now…at 40, on my birthday, at my first Pearl Jam show.
Sometimes on the journey,
a person gets weary. We go through
seasons and some aren’t always great. I knew God loved me and I knew I loved
Him. Loving myself…this was a work in progress. More recent detours, including
relocating to Chicago and losing both my parents shortly after led to some
rough times within the space of many positive, fun, happy times.
Pearl Jam was peripherally
on my grid…”Backspacer” had me checking them out again but their music was intermixed with
an eclectic collection of music on a beat up Ipod. Then, one day in March this
year, I was in a low place and, bored at home, decided to check out Netflix. I
stumbled upon PJ20, which I was aware existed, but again…peripherally. I watched it and it instantly took me
back 20 years. I cried as I watched a movie about a group of guys who made
amazing music and loved people.
Not to be all “dramatic”,
but I remembered myself at an age when I thought I was kind of cool. I
remembered some things about myself that I liked then and those things I let go
of for the sake of believing I was “pleasing others and/or myself” along the way. I remembered my dream of
wanting to play guitar and being told I probably couldn’t because my fingers
didn’t quite reach across the fret board. I remembered my love of traveling to
see concerts and the times I would talk to God about missing having people in
my life who shared the same interests. I wanted all of it back. So while dealing with a pretty gnarly back injury, I started exploring some of those
things I about myself I had put aside.
I found out about Pearl
Jam coming to Chicago, too late to get tickets through public sale but they
were playing on my 40th and I knew this was special. I had to go. At
the time, I didn’t realize there was a network of people who loved some of the
same things I did and would have helped me get a ticket. So after debating for
a couple of weeks, I got my tickets through a broker so there would be a
guarantee of a birthday show.
I also bought a guitar,
started learning to play, and am currently in the process of trying to learn
“Inside Job”.
On accident one day, I
found the “Pearl Jam at Wrigley” FB group and things really took off from
there. I met, well virtually met, so many amazing people who just really cared
about others having a great experience at PJ shows and connecting with each
other. They talked of music. They talked of touring. They talked of love and of
community. It was like I had been given a chance to do this touring thing over,
SOBER, knowing God, and being with people who loved music and each other. God
had known the desire of my heart and, though I had stopped actually praying
about it or talking to Him about it, He gave it to me.
I was asked the other day whether I had posted my thoughts about the show on 7/19/13 at Wrigley by
someone who was interested in them. I said I was "still processing" and these things have all been part of that processing.
To say the show was
completely freaking amazing would be a vast understatement. To see a band care
so much about their fans that they:
1.
Tell them personally
that they wanted to work with them as a team to ensure safety for all.
2.
Evacuate
people who were in harm’s way.
3.
Tell the crowd
to “trust” them, that there would be a show….and follow through on their word.
4.
To sacrifice
their own profit to break curfew and play their hearts out until 2:00am
exactly.
….was overwhelming.
I met some of the
loveliest people at this show. People I had met virtually and was now meeting
in person. I was able to really connect to many people who shared this common
interest with me and it was awesome.
The show
itself…spectacular. From what I understand from other Jammers, among the best.
New songs debuted, old songs blown out, one of my favorites…”Life
Wasted”…played just 5 days after I had tattoo’d lyrics from the song on my
wrist to celebrate 12 years sober.
I cried, and laughed, and sung until I lost my voice, and sat in awe as I thanked God.
To many reading this, if
people read it, they will not understand and may even misunderstand or believe
that I am overstating it…or they just may think I’m weird. They won’t get it and I’m okay with
that because I get it…for the first time in years. Is Pearl Jam the cause of my
change in being ok with me?…No, that honor belongs to God. However, I do believe
that God redeemed this part of my life. I get to tour again with a band I never
stopped loving!!! With people who like the same music I do and won’t feel
dragged to a show!!!
Through reconnecting with
Pearl Jam’s music, I have been reconnected with a part of me I had thought long
gone. I reconnected with my identity as the rocker I once was. I reconnected
with dreams I put on a shelf thinking I would never pull them down again. I’m coming into much more of me, who I
am.
I like me…haha!!
Pearl Jam: thank you for continuing to be the most amazing band on the planet! Thank you for writing music with some of the most intelligent lyrics that have ever touched my soul! Thank you for loving your fans! Thank you that you still connect with us!
Pearl Jam: thank you for continuing to be the most amazing band on the planet! Thank you for writing music with some of the most intelligent lyrics that have ever touched my soul! Thank you for loving your fans! Thank you that you still connect with us!
Jammers: Thank you for
welcoming me into the party with you! Thank you for being awesome and fun and
loving! You are, quite simply,
fantastic. See you in Hartford and Seattle!!!
God: Most of all, I thank
You, that 20 years later, I find myself listening to this soundtrack and
“Released” from what has previously held me back. Thank You for giving me a
community of people who share the same interests! Thank You that you care about
even this type of detail. Thank You that I am Yours and that I can know who I
am! You are everything!
So that's it, these are my thoughts. I thought those lyrics from the Pearl Jam song "Hard to Imagine" were the most fitting...
So that's it, these are my thoughts. I thought those lyrics from the Pearl Jam song "Hard to Imagine" were the most fitting...
Peace, Love, and Rock and
Roll
Emily