I was born in 1981. In internet parlance, I believe that means I qualify as both an "80s kid" and a "90s kid" and have fond memories for both decades. Music was not necessarily better back then, but songs you hear when you're growing up sure do strum at the ol' heartstrings in a way that new stuff just can't.
Pearl Jam kicked off right on the cusp of those two defining eras, but I didn't really start listening to them until high school. Eddie Vedder was the wildly handsome, super grungy, emotionally vocal man of my dreams. "Elderly Woman Behind the Counter in a Small Town" is, and always will be, a haunting, familiar fave of mine. It's rousing and it's earnest as hell and it reminds me of driving around in my busted Astro mini-van as a teenager screaming "HELLOOOO" at the top of my lungs. I'm guessing you've heard it before so probably already either love it or hate it (no judgement here either way). Take it away, Eddie.
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