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.