Nothing you would take. Everything you gave. Hold me till I die. Meet you on the other side…..
Raised by false father
Mother lied of lineage
Brought into this world
The Passionate Son
Music was his muse
His outlet
His life
His friend
When alone
Avid surfer
The Ocean
His element
Sand in his toes
As he wrote
Created and
Became a
Superstar
Rode that wave
Head down
Eyes open
Body strong
Heart burdened
He rode the curl
Tears flowed
For an unknown father
Even after all this time
They still do
Today has been a Pearl Jam and Eddie Vedder kind of day. It started with a conversation with my colleague Shari. We discussed what song Eddie wrote especially for us. I won’t tell you what they are. It might be in another post. I talked to Harry for a minute and told him thank you for making me listen to PJ. I never liked them much, till he forced me to succumb to their genius. Now I can’t get enough.
I listen to Eddie’s album Ukelele Songs on a weekly basis. It’s not his voice that I’m drawn to, so much as his words. He’s a passionate soul. I’d like to think if I ever got the chance to meet him, our conversation would be deep. Like the ocean that he loves. That he’s written and still sings about. Maybe he’d even teach me how to surf. Maybe he’d teach me that a little fear of deep water is nothing compared to riding that curl.
A girl after my own heart, loves the pearl jam.
I didn’t for a long time. Now I could listen to them for hours. It’s all because of my BFF Harry. He made me love them. Love Eddie. I’d love to meet him someday. It’s okay if I don’t though. At least I get to listen to him. And write about him.
Love you B.
Renee
🙂 it’s an acquired taste.
xo
B
Like many others in this life. 🙂
xoxoxoxoxoxo
Very nice!
Thanks honey.