This is one of the bands I’ve grown up with. At first, they just sounded like one of the fresh rock bands surfing (good metaphor Mr Vedder, isn’t it?) on that restless Seattle wave called grunge. What a healthy way to end the 80s, after so many glittering dance floor tunes…
That wave broke onto the shore before the new century, bringing along its lot of splitting bands and the bodies of those for whom the star system had been a too heavy burden.
Pearl Jam went on. They changed by not changing at all. And kept in touch from time to time, with their unchanged and natural affection, like only good friends can do. Enjoy.
“Once divided, nothing left to subtract
some words when spoken can’t be taken back
walks on his own with thoughts he can’t help thinking
future’s above but in the past he’s slow and sinking
caught a bolt ‘a lightnin’, cursed the day he let it go…
nothingman, nothingman,
isn’t it something? nothingman…
she once believed in every story he had to tell
one day she stiffened, took the other side
empty stares from each corner of a shared prison cell
one just escapes, one’s left inside the well
and he who forgets will be destined to remember…
oh, she don’t want him
oh, she won’t feed him
after he’s flown away
into the sun, into the sun, burn, burn…”
Because if I lived in Paris, yesterday night I’d have been at the Bataclan to see the Eagles of Death Metal. Because of the anger, the disgust and this overwhelming sadness. Because we have been told today that we are in a war.
And because we have just one world, but we live in different ones…
Three years ago, a very dear friend dedicated me this song. It always stayed with me, in a secret corner of my heart. I think that the time has come for me to share it.