Send us a text The Rock Hall came in loud, messy, and unexpectedly moving—and we brought receipts. We open with a mea culpa that doubles as a manifesto: Iron Maiden belongs in the Hall. When you put their global sales, generational influence, and still‑feverish fanbase next to multiple inductees, the picture changes fast. From there we break down the night’s sharpest highs and softest misses: Salt‑N‑Pepa’s clinic in craft and energy, a Warren Zevon tribute that needed Werewolves of London, an...
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Send us a text The Rock Hall came in loud, messy, and unexpectedly moving—and we brought receipts. We open with a mea culpa that doubles as a manifesto: Iron Maiden belongs in the Hall. When you put their global sales, generational influence, and still‑feverish fanbase next to multiple inductees, the picture changes fast. From there we break down the night’s sharpest highs and softest misses: Salt‑N‑Pepa’s clinic in craft and energy, a Warren Zevon tribute that needed Werewolves of London, an...
Let's Talk Vine(YL)- Vinyl Time Capsules: Pearl Jam Covers and Discoveries
The Touring Fan Live
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10 months ago
Let's Talk Vine(YL)- Vinyl Time Capsules: Pearl Jam Covers and Discoveries
Send us a text We discuss the fascinating world of Pearl Jam covers - both songs they've covered and Pearl Jam songs covered by other artists. The conversation reveals our different perspectives on whether cover songs enhance or detract from Pearl Jam's live performances. • Willie Nelson's cover of "Just Breathe" with his son Lucas transforms the song completely while maintaining its emotional core • Chris Cornell's rendition of "Footsteps" stands as possibly the greatest cover of a Pearl Ja...
The Touring Fan Live
Send us a text The Rock Hall came in loud, messy, and unexpectedly moving—and we brought receipts. We open with a mea culpa that doubles as a manifesto: Iron Maiden belongs in the Hall. When you put their global sales, generational influence, and still‑feverish fanbase next to multiple inductees, the picture changes fast. From there we break down the night’s sharpest highs and softest misses: Salt‑N‑Pepa’s clinic in craft and energy, a Warren Zevon tribute that needed Werewolves of London, an...
