On Tuesday night, I went, by myself, all the way up to Harlem to watch Eddie Vedder perform solo. No one would come with me because of the distance and because, I suspect, they didn’t want to be seen with me, knowing I would act like a looney. And act like a looney I did! I was reminded why almost missing Pearl Jam in 1993 nearly sent me to suicide — because Eddie is just a phenomenal singer and performer. I even overlooked the fact that he appeared to be wearing white jeans, especially when he used a loop sampler to layer his own vocals to sound like a ridiculously awful but horny R&B slow jam.
