We’ve been listening to a little Pearl Jam lately. That’s just some of what we’ve been listening to. We’ve also been listening to Damien Rice and Thad Cockrell and Jars of Clay and a little Rihanna and, of course, the Odyssey story discs that Emma loves.
But tonight on my way home from book club, I popped in the Pearl Jam disc Ten again. It’s their first cd, and the first six songs on that cd just Blow My Mind. I love it. I just do.
Especially number 5. Oh, number 5. What a song: “Black.”
It’s probably definitely my mood, but I’ll just say here that if it hadn’t been for the extraordinary offer of marriage that Bill Stevenson extended to me back in ’89, or if we lived in some parallel universe maybe, or if I didn’t happen to think that baldness is So Impossibly Sexy, then I think I would probably definitely have been interested in marrying Eddie Vedder. I mean, if he had asked me, I would have considered it. I think I would have given it Some Thought. I definitely would probably have at the very least thought about it for awhile.
I know some day you’ll have a beautiful life
I know you’ll be a star
In somebody else’s sky
But why, why, why
Can’t it be, can’t it be mine?
My oh my.
