Frühlingsputz! Und Pearl Jam.

Gestern hab ich in einem Anfall von Putzwut meine charmante Wohnung klar schiff gebracht, auch wenn ich weiß, dass ich weniger als drei Tage brauche, damit alles wieder wie Sau aussieht (Top – die Wette gilt! oder auch etwas hipper: Challenge accepted!). Naja, dabei bin ich über alte nie veröffentlichte Blogeinträge gestolpert, die noch in alten Umzugskisten herum lungerten. Jaja, vor einem halben Jahr war ich mad in love with Pearl Jam (übrigens ist das Mitternächtliches Geschwafel, daher ist es auch so ein ellenlanger Beitrag geworden, als fleißige Arbeitsbiene kann sich mein Körper das jetzt allerdings nicht mehr leisten, merkwürdigerweise ist akuter Schlafmangel nämlich kontraproduktiv für die kognitiven und rhetorischen Fähigkeiten, die beim Schreiben notwendig sind):


Recently, I’ve re-discovered Pearl Jam for me and I fell so much in love that it nearly hurt.
Despite the musical aspects (seriously, it’s on such a high level of craftsmanship, it’s insane), I can’t get over Vedder’s songwriting. There is a way his songs work, he tells real stories and they are not just stories about relationships and your inner demons, no, he tells real stories. I think, because it’s not just concentrated on a lovestory gone sour, those songs hit so hard. Because it widens the perspective of our lives and for once distracts us from the irrational thought that romantic relationships are the only thing to live for. And that bad things happen all the time and that sometimes, there really is no way to change that.

And, I don’t know how he does it, I have the same feeling, when I read Stewart O’Nan, it’s incredible how realistic the characters are that he creates. “Elderly Woman behind the counter in a small town” reflects all those fears to one day wake up and realize that your life has gone on and on without any change and that you’ve grown old but you haven’t changed. And it’s terrifying because you realize that other people have changed and have actually lived and you can’t face them because you feel ashamed of your unfulfilled life.
Pearl Jam somehow sum up what I consider the surroundings of my generation. Whereas the 60s and 70s wanted to change so much and the 80s were all about trying to either distract themselves from the problems or step out of the system, the 90s created kids that saw all those problems and knew that they couldn’t escape them but also struggled with the fact that changing the world is unrealistic. It’s the fight of a cynical generation who wants humanity to be good but just has to turn around to see that they – all in all – can’t help it but destroy each other. And, despite all this, there are all those small stories and lives that make it worthwhile to be part of it.

I love the way that he looks like he’s 12 years old in this video. It’s a beautiful version.


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