I'd also like to say what I enjoyed the most about watching an entire crowd of kids singing along to every single word of every single song at a rock concert was being reminded of a time when, almost like religion, I would come home from school every day and faithfully cue up my VHS cassette of Pearl Jam's "Unplugged" to play over and over again.

I think what it comes down to is being a kid, around 17, 18, 19, and starting to grow up and sensing that it's going to suck and then somehow seeing this spark of absolute passion—in this case, in the form of a hot musician—who makes you feel like you can live your life with total joy and pure excitement and screw all the dead-eyed old people. That's how I felt about Pearl Jam.

It also didn't help that my dad came home from his adoption group one day and said, "You like music. My friend Karen Vedder said her son is in a rock band." And then I crapped my pants.

I just watched these through again, making it the 9,010th time I've watched each performance.

Here is Pearl Jam.



Even if you skip "Black," this version of "Porch" is essential.