I worked with a guy named Lars at the pizza place in Evanston. He was studying opera at Northwestern. Listening to him sing, or even shout back to the kitchen, was amazing. He was from Seattle. He said we should see Pearl Jam. We did. He was right - they were good. Other folks discovered this fact as well...
I could have sworn this was the first time I had seen Pearl Jam, but this show was after I saw them open for the Red Hots at the Aragon. They did play Metro once before this (21 July 1991), but that was before I was living in Chicago, and thus before I met Lars.
