Eddie Vedder is My Spirit Animal and You Can Shut Up

Here is the Ved performing one of my favourite songs of all time: Chloe Dancer Crown of Thorns. I have loved and lived the supertastical grunge since I was 13. My Dad had, at that point, already taken me to see Van Morrison and The Chieftans (ace – but I was 11 and it was massively past my bedtime) and would, three years later, take me to see The Rolling Stones at Sheffield Arena because he is basically amazing.

I’m digressing a tad but Pearl Jam was one of my first real musical loves. Like, music loves. Not the NKOB guys (although Jordan – ammarite??) which sent me and my young friends into paroxysms of tween lust. The album Ten sent me on an odyssey of crazy love. Of getting the train to the big smoke and seeing Live and Bush and Terrorvision before anyone else. I was so close I could have spat on Gavin Rossdale (which I did not and never would because spitting is terrible and uncouth and such and my mother would skin me alive for it). I spent my misspent youth in grungy bars and dodgy clubs, anywhere really with a band or a jukebox. And props to my parents, whose “don’t ask, don’t tell” policy enabled me to cavort around Edinburgh at age 16 in Doc Martens, getting pissed on cheap cider, crowdsurfing and going to places where the walls literally ran with the condensation and sweat of music fans.

Parents: I salute you. Eddie Vedder: I will love you for my ever.


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I like gin, mittens and otters, not necessarily in that order. Here's some stuff I felt like writing down when I'm not chained to a desk writing other things for a living. Please use caution when using this site; there may be sweary words, cute animals and general bullshit. Don't say I didn't fucking warn you.
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2 Responses to Eddie Vedder is My Spirit Animal and You Can Shut Up

  1. Oh shitballs – I’ve just seen this comment! I’ve been away, dealing with shitarse friends, alcoholic exes and crazy strangers who turn up at my door thinking I am the wife of my former neighbour who may or may not have stolen my identity. What is this thing? Thank you heapsly. But also, how and where can I nominate you, My SSS friend? Love your work. Hope you get alerted to this post/comment, otherwise I’ll feel like a total cunt. Kisses and squirrels xx

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