Category: Words
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Flair Bartending Grand Cayman
The adrenalin of being in a four-person fire performance was as intoxicating as a bartender’s lifestyle.
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Vedder Stalking Part 5 – See the path lit by the moon, for you to walk on
I might have thought it was all about the music, the feelings inspired by sound and the energy infiltrating my existence in its wake. What I didn’t expect was the comradery I would discover along my Vedder stalking travels. Virginia was a girl I had connected with online over the Pearl Jam fan club…
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Vedder Stalking Part 4 – If less is more, how you keepin score?
Now I can’t say the Eddie Vedder tour is the reason I am currently unemployed, but if it wasn’t for this tour, I could still be milling away the 12-hour days in the Australian outback.
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Vedder Stalking Part 3 – The Long Road
The shows just keep getting better! The Sydney stadium was a beautiful piece of early 20th-century architecture with a seating arrangement that made every seat in the building feel up close and personal. The sound quality felt even more ambient and the detailed art design added a gospel atmosphere to the already spiritual experience. My…
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Vedder Stalking Part 2- Some folks just have one and others they got none
Bastards. I wasn’t envious at all. Nope, not me. Not even when Eddie shook their hands and pulled half the front row on stage for the final song.
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Vedder Stalking Part 1- Present Tense
No longer in control of my emotional state, sound becomes responsible for my every emotion the way a heroin addict surrenders to the exaltation of opiate.
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Vedder Stalking Prelude — Rearviewmirror
Since that very first concert, I’ve found that these Pearl Jam pilgrimages have always seemed to coincide with major turning points in my life; each tour punctuating a new chapter. Coincidental or consequential, I’ve never been sure.
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Fly Out, Fly In-sane
The utter shock of going from a life of such varied stimulation to living in a small mining town for 21 days nearly drove me insane. I began to develop anxiety as a result of the intense feeling of isolation prolonged over three enduring weeks. I felt trapped; suffocated by the distance from the lifestyle…
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Stuck Between a Place and a Hard Rock
“So… you look at rocks, right?” Inquires the tipsy blonde girl through her Smirnoff glossed lips and synthetically fashioned smile.
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Under “Down Under”
As the tour continued, the atmosphere shifted to something out of a sci-fi video game. A heavy belt supported my headlamp battery and emergency respirator, which I’d often mistake for a gun holster and pouch of grenades I’d need to defend myself from attacking aliens.