That’s the aura that wafts through a Pearl Jam show. I feel that same sense of family among the congregations at shows, and it’s an energy no doubt felt and reciprocated by the band, whether it be Eddie Vedder conducting a crowd-wide sing-along, taking a moment to offer words of encouragement to someone he knows is in attendance and struggling through hard times, or halting a show mid-song to make sure a female fan is alright, as he did at Monday night’s concert. I knew them by their tour shirts, empty poster tubes tucked into their backpacks, and willingness to swap stories. I’ve never run across a tighter, more friendly community than the Pearl Jam fan base, several of whom I shared a plane ride with the morning of last Saturday’s (August 20th, 2016) Wrigley Field show.
I don’t think I’m alone in feeling that way. One where a dud of an album (looking at you, Lightning Bolt) after a long wait can never be a deal breaker because you have too much history and far too many wonderful memories. A relationship where a couple setlist omissions can feel like a personal slight, but a good night’s sleep restores reason and makes you realize just how lucky you are. Following them feels more like being in a relationship than merely being a fan of a rock band. At the risk of sounding creepy, I might draw the distinction that I don’t love this band - I’m in love with this band. I only bring up this anecdote because I think it hints at precisely what makes being a die-hard Pearl Jam fan unique.
Grateful for our experience and happy for the experience of 40,000-plus fellow fans. By the morning, though, any disappointment or jealousy had subsided. I became nearly inconsolable after processing the trio of “Off He Goes,” “Immortality,” and “Rearviewmirror.” No doubt he, like myself, went to bed thinking about our show that should’ve been. He regretted missing his favorite, “State of Love and Trust,” and some deeper Ten cuts. In words barely more eloquent than those, we spent the next hour, on and off, bemoaning that we had covered the wrong show - like two spoiled brats who had each found a shiny dime at his feet but grumbled that it wasn’t a quarter.
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