Oh well, I'm not a huge Pearl Jam fan anyway. I just thought it would be cool to see an icon in such an intimate venue. The band he was “supposed” to sit in with was good, if a tad bit hippie for my taste. But sometimes it is good to get your inner hippie out, make some boxes, and noodle on the guitar a bit.
Ryan, Jason, Kelly, and I stayed the whole time anyway, along with the rest of the packed house, just in case he was a very late arrival. And here’s the thing, the energy in that place was great! Looking down on the audience from our perch on the balcony, I saw people dancing, smiling, drinking, and having a great time on a MONDAY night. I found myself wondering why more shows don’t illicit that sort of response. I know that Baltimore is supposed to be a great music city, as Rolling Stone proclaimed, but sometimes when I am at a sparsely attended - yet great show - I get depressed looking at all the white people standing still. Why does it take the prospect of Eddie Vedder to get people up and jumping?
I guess that’s part of the reason I am part of the Bellevederes; too many years spent watching indie rockers and alt-country hipsters try valiantly to keep their “unimpressed” face on. It sure has been fun watching them fail at our shows.
Ryan, Jason, Kelly, and I stayed the whole time anyway, along with the rest of the packed house, just in case he was a very late arrival. And here’s the thing, the energy in that place was great! Looking down on the audience from our perch on the balcony, I saw people dancing, smiling, drinking, and having a great time on a MONDAY night. I found myself wondering why more shows don’t illicit that sort of response. I know that Baltimore is supposed to be a great music city, as Rolling Stone proclaimed, but sometimes when I am at a sparsely attended - yet great show - I get depressed looking at all the white people standing still. Why does it take the prospect of Eddie Vedder to get people up and jumping?
I guess that’s part of the reason I am part of the Bellevederes; too many years spent watching indie rockers and alt-country hipsters try valiantly to keep their “unimpressed” face on. It sure has been fun watching them fail at our shows.
Tonight, I am going to with Kelly (the other Belle singer, shown above) to the bridal shop to help pick her veil and headpiece, followed by a quick stop to see my friend Brie for a cocktail at the Golden West, that jaded hipster Mecca. But only if I can first get a nap in. I am too damn old for all this nonsense.
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