It’s funny how music can evoke one thing at a particular point in your life, then take on an entirely different meaning later on. Pearl Jam’s epic song Black does that for me.
In the early nineties, my best friend B moved near Seattle from Scotland and got a job as an au pair. She returned and we had both been through painful breakups. We listened to Ten, the debut album by Pearl Jam, got very drunk, talked for hours, laughed and cried. But this song just resonated for us both. It hits differently. B had seen PJ live. I was more of a Nirvana gal but appreciated them too. But this somg. It just gets you, the way it’s a beautiful ballad that curdles into resentment and rage.
Thirty years have passed, but the song aches in a different way now. It reminds me of another fan of this band, someone I was into who slipped through my fingers. It’s a grim reminder of the passing of time, fleeting youth, and my feelings of sadness, sweet nostalgia and losses, of missed opportunities and inadequacy. But it’s still gorgeous, still timeless.
Hit The North 
I don’t know much about them. the songs I know have an element of sadness and I like that about them.
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Yeah, often a soulful melancholy. I like Eddie’s “yarl” as they call gravelly voices. Beautiful.
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