I have to admit that I used to use that term incessantly to describe the music I loved listening to on my Walkman in my medical school days in the early 1990’s. I wore Doc Marts (sadly without the yellow threads as I needed to wear them to the wards) and a green (err M&S) cardy, borrowed Nik’s checked jacket and learned to play Polly on my black Epi strat-copy. And I didn’t watch Nirvana’s and Pearl Jam’s shows at the Mayfair and the Riverside (respectively) which went for cheap (but that’s another story). Yeah, what is grunge? Really. MTV and the mainstream media perpetuated it (not to mention some unsigned Malaysian bands that do that even now), and even flannel shirts and torn denim made it to the cat walk.

No wonder Stone Gossard gave a blank stare when the word gets bandied about in past interviews, and this was in the early 90’s when grunge was big.

You can tell by now (probably) that I had just seen PJ20 last night. Cameron Crowe’s latest offering was shown at 2000 hours just that one time and at one blimmin’ venue in Sheffield last night, but I shouldn’t complain as there are some countries with enough Pearl Jam fans that didn’t screen the film. At all.

The film contains rare footage of interviews and performances that stretched back to the Mother Love Bone days.

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