July 23, 2010 Leave a comment
The backstory is this: two nights ago, while loafing near a PC in a fog of sleep-deprived insouciance, I embarrassingly paid ten American dollars for the official “booted leg” of Pearl Jam’s recent Dublin show. As I detailed previously, I attended the show filled with a mixture of excitement and thinly-veiled disgust (joined mid-“Comatose” in the melting pot of my mood centre by “apathy, bordering on violent boredom”, but certainly came away from the gig with a favourable impression of the unflinchingly earnest old sods.
So the question became this question: how would the recorded document hold up to the surprisingly inoffensive memory?
Um. Not well.
So here for your bloodshot, probing eyes is a painstakingly detailed account of my reactions to this “booted leg”.