Vitalogy
Pearl Jam (1994)
The third studio album from the last band standing from the 90's Seattle grunge scene turned thirty years old this weekend.
The album's name was inspired by a home health encyclopedia that Eddie Vedder found at a yard sale. It was first published in 1899 and contained descriptions and illustrations of old fashioned practices and outdated medical information. Vedder brought the book to the studio to show it to the rest of the band, at which point bassist Jeff Ament came up with the idea to design the packaging of their upcoming album to resemble the book.
As cool as this is, there's two things about this packaging that drove the 14 year old me crazy when I picked up this album. First and foremost, the disc was kept in a tight paper sleeve that was attached to the inside back cover of the case. I was a bit obsessive compulsive when it came to handling my my CDs and keeping it in this sleeve increased the chances of scratching the disc when you take it out or put it back in the case.
While the packaging didn't win me over right off the bat, the music absolutely did. Vitalogy has some of my favorite songs from Pearl Jam's catalog, including Last Exit, Not For You, Nothingman, Corduroy, Satan's Bed, Better Man, and the bizarre experimental track Hey Foxymophandlemama That's Me, but my favorite song is the second to last track on the album.
The meaning of Immortality has been debated since it was released. It has been argued that the song was written as an homage to Kurt Cobain, citing several lines that seem to directly reference the Nirvana front man on the album and the live version that Pearl Jam performed in Boston six days after Cobain's body was discovered. Eddie Vedder has denied that the song is directly about Cobain, but conceded that "there might be some things in the lyrics that you could read into and maybe will answer some questions or help you understand the pressures on someone who is on a parallel train".
It's absolutely fair to say that Eddie Vedder and Kurt Cobain were parallel trains in the early 90's. That's not to say that they're similar personalities, but they both went from relative obscurity to fronting arguably the two biggest bands in the world in 1991, and they both struggled with their mental health as a result of this sudden fame. The triggering event is obviously something that I have no way to relate to, but the song spoke to me as a teenager who felt alienated in every environment, and it continues to speak to me today.
The most fascinating thing to me when I look back on this song today is the evolution from the original lyrics to the final version that was recorded on the album. The original comes across to me as a cry for help while the lyrics on the album are draped in symbolism and put distance between the singer and the subject. Is this a sign that he's worked through his struggles and found a way to overcome them, or is it an attempt to mask these feelings, or was it just an artistic choice? Listen to both and judge for yourself.
I could take the sun
I could call the couple if I wantI won't tell the comfort in the worldI can't take it offI won't say "enough, it's not my fault"I won't care there's something in the wayTake me as I amI don't need thisI'll die just to liveImmortalityI could paint the moonI could reflect light into a roomIf I could, the fortune of the glareI could paint it allI won't say "enough, it's not my fault"I won't call the altar in the airTake me as isI don't need thisI die just to liveImmortalityI can't take a walkI won't fight this worldI won't save it allIt is not my faultTake me as isI don't need thisI'll die just to liveI won't stay longI'll be long goneI die just to live
Vacate is the wordVengeance has no place so near to herCannot find the comfort in this worldArtificial tearVessel stabbed, next up, volunteers?Vulnerable, wisdom can't adhereA truant finds homeAnd a wish to hold onBut there's a trapdoor in the sunImmortalityAs privileged as a whoreVictims in demand for public showSwept out through the cracks beneath the doorHolier than thou, how?Surrendered, executed anyhowScrawl dissolved, cigar box on the floorA truant finds homeAnd a wish to hold on toBut saw the trapdoor in the sunImmortalityI cannot stop the thoughtOf running in the darkComing up a which way signAll good truants must decideOh, stripped and sold momAn auctioned forearmAnd whiskers in the sinkTruants move onCannot stay longSome die just to live