I’ve been majorly crushing on Pearl Jam’s Eddie Vedder since I was 13, lived in San Diego, and made my mom drive past this house I swore he probably lived in when he was a resident of my fair city before becoming famous. Even though I’ve matured past doing drive-by’s (I don’t have a car, anyway), my love for the lusciously maned singer has not waned (ooh, rhyme!). Which is why I am seriously pissed that the tour he just announced in support of his solo effort, the soundtrack to Sean Penn’s Into The Wild, is only hitting the West Coast. Umm, Eddie, where is the love for the Midwest, South, and East Coast? Nevertheless, he is such an eternal Hot Piece of Ass, I had to celebrate him today and take this opportunity to let my bosses know I will be out of the office for a few days in April. [MSNBC]
