The lyrics, if you could understand them, were full of an angst teenagers couldn’t quite put a finger on, but to which they inherently related. The alternative sound swept across the country with ripped denim, muted plaid and fuzzy bass riffs. There was honesty hiding behind Eddie Vedder’s baritone voice, and Michael McCready’s fuzzy guitar. With the crumbling of the Berlin Wall, we didn’t need to escape to the B-52s or Jesus Jones. Too many years have passed to allow me to accurately explain why I first picked up a copy of “Ten.” It was darker than what was popular at the time.
However, my 1992 experience was caught up in everything related to Pearl Jam.
They rightly headlined Lollapalooza that summer, and before kids returned to school that fall, dominated the MTV Video Music Awards. Though his tribal armband tattoo single-handedly sparked an unfortunate trend in body art, the band’s combination of punk, funk and rap took them from “Under the Bridge” to “Higher Ground” in 1992. The Red Hot Chili Peppers, to some the last bastion of a sinking rock scene overtaken by Seattle’s grunge sound, writhed to the top of music popularity off Anthony Kiedis’ bare chest and long flowing hair. Of all the shows I have missed, Woodstock ’99 was a blessing. Of all the shows I regret having missed in my life, it’s when Lollapalooza rolled into Saratoga Performing Arts Center in 1992.
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