Jeremy Spoke; the Four Letter Word


Mr Severson's full of angst. He doesn't need drugs he says, life's tragic enough.

Admittedly, I'm not a huge Pearl Jam fan, but I love their Ten album, a powerful piece of work that alas, they did not repeat. One of my favourite songs of all time is "Jeremy", a heart wrenching tale of neglect and loneliness, and based on the true story of Jeremy Delle, a 16 year old who killed himself in front of his English class at Richardson High School in Richardson, Texas. "Jeremy" had its share of infamy when in 1996, Barry Loukaitis, a junior-high student in Washington State, shot and killed 2 students and a teacher in school, claiming he was copying the video of this song.

To my delight, Red 104 played the song at about 11.30 this morning, in its entirety. No editing out, or diluting the profanity to "runt" or "kid" or "boy". No, it was the F word. On radio. Woo hoo!

In defence of Sheila (who by the way, was my partner when we were both DJ's at Blue Moon, a dance hall playing mostly ballroom) you can't understand most of what Eddie Vedder is saying anyway, unless you're conversant in Eddiespeak. Let's just hope no one in Angkasapuri heard it either. (And hopefully, they don't read my blog -- except you, Papa, but you're retired)

For a prime example of Eddie Vedder's incoherence, and why it shouldn't matter, try the B-Side of "Jeremy" : "Yellow Ledbetter".

mokciknab muttered at 11:35 am ~ ~