The story of my Pearl Jam tattoo, and why I still love it
|My Pearl Jam ink|
When is listening to and loving music just not enough? At what point does a song or a band speak to their fans so directly that they feel the need to form a deeper, more permanent connection with the art and the artist? Or, to put it simply (and personally), why did I decide to get a Pearl Jam tattoo in 1994, and why do I still love it as much today as the moment I first got it?
Pearl Jam's iconic stickman, which is featured on the cover art of the band's debut single, "Alive," has had a prominent place on my left ankle for nearly twenty years now, and remains my first and only tattoo. And even though PJ's studio output has been shaky and somewhat lackluster in recent years, I've never once regretted getting that ink. It's not only a constant reminder of a truly great period in my life (I was a sophomore in college when I got it), but also a proud symbol of when I fell completely in love with music, and how much I love music to this very day.
Whenever any diehard Pearl Jam fan tries to convince the unconverted of the band's greatness, typically they will inevitably say, "You've got to see them live." And indeed, PJ truly shine in a live setting, where their songs take on a vitality that isn't quite captured in the studio. My first time seeing Pearl Jam live came at the end of March in 1992 (two days after their first and only show at First Avenue), when the band played a free show at Marquette University in Milwaukee.
At the time, "Alive" was getting some national radio play, and the video was starting to make some waves on MTV, but the breakout success of "Even Flow" and "Jeremy" were still awaiting the band, and they played this show like they clearly had something to prove and new fans to win over.
After opening with "Oceans," a slow song -- a trait that the band continues to this day -- frontman Eddie Vedder playfully chastised the fans who were already crowd surfing, telling us that they had to move the show from the Marquette Student Union to a campus theater to accommodate the swelling crowd -- that they didn't normally play in places with seats in them, and they didn't want anyone in the crowd to get hurt. After those words of warning, Vedder asked us coyly, "You ready to kick some ass? Let's do it!" And with that, the band tore through a fiery rendition of "Even Flow" as the crowd exploded in a mass of crowd surfers and flailing bodies.
It was truly an electric moment -- one that I hadn't ever really experienced before, and one that I won't soon forget. From that moment on, I was lost in the riotous spell of Pearl Jam for not only the rest of that memorable 70-minute performance, but also for years to come. These songs became the unruly anthems to the end of my awkward adolescence, as Ten provided the moody soundtrack to my fitful final months in high school and beyond.
Here's video of that entire performance -- to this day it's unquestionably the best show that I've ever seen.
I was able to see PJ again that summer at Alpine Valley on the second Lollapalooza tour before I moved from my hometown of Waukesha to Minneapolis to attend the University of Minnesota. By that point, grunge had steamrolled the music scene, and the Northwest's unruly, angst-ridden anthems were blaring out of dorm rooms, Walkmans, and car stereos all over campus.
Most of the lasting friendships that I made throughout college started with a shared bond over music, and many of my most memorable nights in the Twin Cities have featured a concert taking place at some point in the evening -- a trend which still holds true today -- as I quickly became a regular at First Avenue and the many other clubs in the area.
By the time Vs. came out in 1993, Pearl Jam were the most popular band in the world -- sorry Nirvana fans -- selling nearly a million copies of their second full-length album in its first five days of release, an industry record at the time. But the band, and especially Vedder, were clearly having a difficult time adjusting to their newfound fame, and did their best to self-sabotage their career -- by refusing to do any videos for the new record in reaction to the ubiquitous "Jeremy" clip, and retreating as best they could from the intense spotlight of the music world. No matter what kind of internal struggle was happening with the band, the music itself still had an insistent urgency and lyrical percipience that appealed to me, perhaps even more so than on their debut.
While I absolutely loved Vs., as well as the defiant stand the band were taking against the industry, it was their fight against Ticketmaster that ultimately made me treasure the band even more. While additional fees and taxes are now commonplace when purchasing most concert tickets, during the summer of '94, Pearl Jam canceled their entire tour in protest of Ticketmaster tacking on new, mysterious extra fees to a set ticket price that PJ were keeping affordable to strengthen their connection with their dedicated fans, even while their popularity was clearly spiraling out of control.
|Cover photo by Neal Preston|