i’ll go for chris and i hate the frosted tips and the douchestache™ with all my heart but anthony looking like a wannabe soundcloud rapper is even worse
stone: this is seattle. this is my house. this is my dog. these demos are not very good, i’m going to put them back under the tv now, this is my basement, that’s my grammy i’m using to hold up a door. pearl jam has gone through a lot in terms of its relationship with the media and i did things about that. jeff and i should have a tv show because i love him so much but also i could punch him.
jeff: i always knew i was bigger than montana. montana choked me internally, i was gasping for air every day of my life and then i broke free. i bass, i skate, i art, i go to court for reasons i don’t understand, i pearl jam. shit got fucking crazy.
mike: i survived a lot of things and for some reason everyone thinks i know something about the drummers except i’m going to tell you this really tame story about the drummers and kind of nervously laugh through the whole thing as if it wasn’t the biggest mess i’ve ever witnessed, hah. hah. want to look at my baby?
eddie: i wanted to disappear. who knew that when someone said they love you that they could also mean they want you dead? i built walls, i hid, i became reclusive. it was the only way to cope. everything everyone says is wrong. grunge? media? mainstream? what does any of that mean, anyways? this is music, this is our heart and soul in sound, this is life. also, here is my house. i travel solely by pole. pole is my favorite method of transport after the ocean.
chris cornell: i’m not in this band, but let’s pretend for the sake of convenience that i am while i cry tons of tears and get really emotional and let’s hope my face doesn’t split in half. what are tears? grunge is so sad. i’m sitting here with my guitar and everything, i’m ready for this audition. i cried at all the other ones, i don’t know what’s wrong with me. temple of the dog. that’s like pearl jam but it has more me in it.
raise your right hand if you never noticed the keyboard at the end of black raise your left hand if ten is the best album of the past 30 years raise your middle hand if jeremy is the best song recorded in the last 30 years
What the fuck is this world Running to? You didn’t Leave a message at least I Coulda’ learned your voice one last time Daily minefield this could Be my time how ‘bout you? Would you hit me? Would you hit me?
