Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Listening Post


I hadn't planned on doing this and I'm generally not a huge fan of theme weeks for the daily Listening Posts I foist upon you nice people, but late last night I watched PJ20 for the second time and couldn't get over the deep and wide range of emotions it once again brought out in me. The aching nostalgia I felt for both a wonderfully innocent time in the lives of me and my close friends -- not all of whom made it out of that era alive -- and, of course, the wide-eyed enthusiasm we all felt when being smacked in the face with a blistering new brand of rock and roll that in fact wasn't really new at all.

We hated the Generation X label, and yet we fully embraced the notion that this was our music -- that something had finally come along that paid tribute to the best parts of the past while forging a thoroughly original path forward.

And it started with guys like Andy Wood.

Before there was Pearl Jam, there was the mighty Mother Love Bone.

This is Holy Roller.

3 comments:

Leigh C. said...

Watched it at a local independent theater near my house Sunday night. Even from the vantage point of the East Coast, the late 1980's-early '90's was a hell of a time for music. It also broke my heart a little when PJ20 showed Eddie Vedder doing "Crown of Thorns."

Kyle said...

As much as I love Pearl Jam, I can't help but be a little sad -- and wonder what might've been -- whenever I remember that their formation as a band is a direct result of someone dying. Would Mother Love Bone still be kicking today had Andy Wood lived? Who knows. But if their small catalog is any indication, they almost certainly would've had at least a couple great records.

Liz said...

It's funny that you should mention that ache. That's how I described it to my kids when I talk about the music of the early 90's. It opened my mind to new possibilities in music when I was burned out on the "alternative" and Top 40 shit I was listening to. I've introduced my kids to it, and found that enthusiasm shared and doubled. My son did an interpretive dance in theater class to Temple of the Dog's "Say Hello to Heaven" and he reported to me with wonder the class reaction. Almost unanimously, they asked him where he got the mind-blowing music from. Chokes a bitch up to introduce a new generation to music that moves me.

I know I am babbling, but Mother Love Bone always evokes such a mixture of pain and pleasure. It belongs to the soundtrack of the worst time in my life, tempered with the pleasure of discovering a type of music that spoke to my soul. It still does.