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“and now I rub my eyes, for (they) have returned”

 

Tomorrow six months will have passed since the closing of Pearl Jam’s tour in Brazil. It was the second time their world tour was passing through our country and the second time we had a chance to attend some concerts. Coincidentally or not, both years were not exactly easy financially speaking, so there was no way we could tour around the country with them. Which I would blindly do given any remote chance.

In 2005 I was an active member of Ten Club, so both I and my wife Fernanda got special tickets that weren’t that special in the end. We attended the Porto Alegre gig and then one of the Sao Paulo nights. The shows were awesome, of course and, even though we would relive the whole setlist many times later through the boots and the pictures, the experience itself was over with the last notes.

In 2011 I was not an active member of Ten Club and I had been a little sloppy with my true obsession with Pearl Jam for a while. I had become an adult and needed to pay the bills. I somewhat stopped listening to music altogether and became unconsciously a less happy person because of that. When the tour was announced, though, the old spark was lit and my passion was back like it had never left. In fact it had never left me, not even for a minute.

We only had enough funds to attend our home town show, the last of the tour. Every Pearl Jam fan knows that the closing gigs are always special, so I was almost OK with that. But weeks before they arrived to Brazil I got to know I was needed in Rio for my job, and I’d be there on the day of the show. When it comes to fanaticism we don’t measure our acts, so I managed to buy a student’s half-priced entrance (the only one available at that moment) and, since my wife wasn’t with me, called a local friend to have some company. The concert was magical as you can read on a previous post from the time: https://reflexodaletra.wordpress.com/2011/11/12/pearl-jam-in-brasil-november-2011/

Back in Porto Alegre, we couldn’t wait for them to come. My wife Fernanda was the founder of Pearl Jam’s first Fan Club in Brazil back in 1991, so she had some sleeping fanaticism of her own to go along. We took my younger sister with us and made her “PJ Conversion” official. The concert was on 11.11.11, a special day in every mean. Even more because in September is our anniversary.

To celebrate our 12 years together, we booked a table at Sheraton for breakfast. Being the same hotel PJ had stayed back in 2005, we hoped to at least see them. It was a lot better. When we were finishing our 2-hour-long breakfast, Stone Gossard was suddenly two tables to the left. I went over there, thanked him for the show and all the good moments throughout the years and got him to sign my ticket. No pictures, though, they kindly asked me.

After some more time, and since none of the others came, we went downstairs and waited for them in the lobby. After about half an hour Boom Gaspar came down. Another chat and autograph. We decided to split, so I went outside and Fernanda stayed inside. When the band was leaving, Fernanda asked Eddie Vedder for a picture, kindly taken by a security guy with her cellphone. Mike McCready took a picture of us people on the outside (later to be published on his twitter account) and Ed shook our hands for some minutes, thanking each and every one of the fans for their presence.

A truly magical week, and a day we will never forget. Some of the registered moments are attached to this post as to illustrate how grown-ups can easily go back to being teenagers for some time. And be damn proud of that! Cheers and Rock On!

After the show, with the newly acquired T-Shirt

The ticket with Stone’s and Boom’s autographs

Eddie Vedder heading for the van and airport

Picture taken by Mike McCready

Pearl Jam – Light Years

Publicado: 14/08/2011 em Binaural, Pearl Jam

“your light’s reflected now, reflected from afar. we were but stones, your light made us stars”

Dia dos Pais – data difícil desde 2001. Vivo sempre entre a alegria, atrelada às boas lembranças, às lições, aos momentos felizes; e a tristeza de não mais poder comemorar esse dia ao lado do meu pai.

Sempre que essas emoções desconexas me invadem, paro para pensar. Tenho sorte. Perdi meu pai aos 20 anos, mas a vida, sempre sábia, me deu o “tio” antes disso. Por vários anos, tive dois “pais”. O que se foi me deixou essa lição perfeita da citação acima. Logo antes de morrer, ele me disse ‘eu vou tranquilo por deixar aqui um adulto, um cara pronto, um cara legal’. Ali eu ainda era a rocha que ele, com sua luz, transformou em estrela. O pai que fica me ensina todos os dias que ser pai tem muito pouco a ver com sangue. A responsabilidade não necessariamente se carrega por carga genética. Ser pai é amar, incondicionalmente. E volta a frase da música: “nós éramos somente rochas, sua luz nos fez estrelas”.

Obrigado, “pais”. A Deus e à vida, meus pais originais, por me darem dois outros. Ao Fernando (RIP), pai biológico e por amor, o obrigado por tudo que me ensinou e por todos os momentos de carinho. E ao Fernando T., pai de coração e alma, além do obrigado minha eterna admiração e gratidão.

Feliz dia dos pais a todos os que amam.

ENGLISH

“your light’s reflected now, reflected from afar. we were but stones, your light made us stars”

Father’s Day – tough day since 2001. I’m always between the happiness, related to the good memories, lessons learned, happy moments; and the sadness of not being able to celebrate this date with my dad anymore.

Always, when these disconnected emotions invade me, I stop to think. I’m a lucky guy. I lost my dad when I was 20, but life, always wise life, gave me my “uncle” before that. For many years I had two “dads”. The one who’s gone left me this perfect lesson from the quote above. Right before he died he said to me ‘I’m leaving with my heart at ease because I leave behind an adult, a ready guy, a cool guy’. That was the stone being made into star by my father’s light. The dad who’s here teaches me every single day that being a father has little to do with blood. The responsibility is not necessarily connected to genetics. Being a dad is about loving, unconditionally. And it takes us back to the lyrics “we were but stones, your light made us stars”.

Thanks, “dads”. To God and Life, my original fathers, for giving me two others. To Fernando (RIP), biological and loving father, thanks for everything you taught me and for the moments of tenderness. And to Fernando T., dad through heart and soul, besides my ‘thank you’ I offer my eternal admiration and gratitude.

Happy Father’s Day to all those who love.