The plan was to write one last scene setter about growing up in the country, kind of, before turning my prose towards topics related to starting up the new band.
Yeah, this eventually would have dissolved into a YouTube link pasting platform, but the idea was that they would be CURATED LINKS to MEANINGFUL CONTENT that EXPANDED THEMES established re: MY LIFE.
Turns out growing up in the country, kind of, is impossible to tightly encapsulate in a coherent manner when your own thoughts about [a lot of it] aren’t entirely resolved.
Also the new band never got started, as new bands tend to do.
Then two years passed (I bought a watch).
So here’s a Pearl Jam song that ROCKS from a Target exclusive that was very reluctantly purchased on a diaper and butt cream expedition shortly before Carson was born.
Marc Maron recently said that when Pearl Jam came out he thought they were basically next generation Bad Company. High School Me would have scoffed at the arrogance of this fuggin’ guy, but Dad Me gets it.
I guess I’m writing about podcasts now too.
WTF