Pearl Jam

How cool is this? A band that I was lucky to witness at their very beginning as a kid, play the shit out of those first three records and then all these years later, contribute a graphic to their Dark Matter 2024 world tour?

Jeff Ament hit me up in the Spring of 2024 about doing a “thick lines” retooling of their Dark Matter cover art, which turned into a tour t-shirt, tour decal and onesie! A ONESIE, PEOPLE! So cool. Thank you Jeff, and thank you Pearl Jam! An honor to roll up the sleeves for such a cool band.

Pearl Jam is still kicking ass, some thirty years later to sold-out STADIUMS FULL of wild-eyed Pearl Jam fans. I witnessed it first hand in Chicago at Wrigley Field! Their connection to the crowd was pretty amazing. Onward, fellas!

 

Pearl Jam Dark Matter
Tour Graphic

Project Details:
01. Graphic for Pearl Jam’s Dark Matter tour.
02. Combin’ through the wreckage.
03. Directed by Jeff Ament and Chris Siglin.
04. Spring of 2024.


Pearl Jam at Wrigley Field,
August 29, 2024

CAUGHT A BOLT OF LIGHTNING: Just back from a whirlwind back-n-forth mission down to hang with my buddy Dana and go see the mighty Pearl Jam RIP THE SHIT out of a full house at Wrigley Field, in a feisty Lake Michigan hamlet called, “Chicago.”

41,000-ish people. The place was going apeshit. Blowing a whole city away. Quite a sight to see.

I saw them at Lollapalooski ’92 in broad daylight and they MOWED THE PLACE DOWN. I was 18. Eddie had a helmet on. We met him after their show, wandering around the crowd. He was so kind to us Michigan hayseeds and every kid who came up to him. 32 summers ago!

Thankful I got to see them again in a such an epic place. A fuckin’ tidal wave of Pearl Jam washing over the crowd, all the way up to the nosebleeds. And right there with my buddy Dana, who’s been a Ten Club member since day one!

Best part? Was touched by their gratitude in between songs. Good form, fellas!

(I wish I had my board to slap on the coping and yell, “Yeah, Jeff!” Thank you for smuggling us in to the big show!)

Getting to our seats, dazed, turning around and being kissed right on the lips by Wrigley Field! Dang.

The fuckin’ band!

Some camera operator had a crush on two galoots in section “Q.”