Single Video Theory, directed by Mark Pellington.
Once upon a time, a band called Pearl Jam owned me musically. I knew every little trivia, memorized by heart the hits and the misses, sported a closet full of t-shirts and amassed an obscene number of bootlegs, stickers, posters, ect. They were my jam band, my version of everyone else’s Phish or Widespread (no regrets missing that train). The obsession seems more than absurd looking back on it now, but still, documents like SVT remind me how I got there.
