Oh where, oh where, can my baby be?
The Lord took her away from me
She’s gone to heaven, so I’ve got to be good
So I can see my baby when I leave this world
It’s not very often you see a band perform for three straight hours with no opening acts leading up to them. But that’s exactly what happened when Pearl Jam played two shows at Madison Square Garden this past Sunday and Monday night.
Yours truly had the privilege of seeing the second show.
Pearl Jam has an absolutely devoted fan base who basically follow them on tour. And while I’d say I am not a die-hard, I am certainly a big fan and have always wanted to witness them live. Fortunately I was able to snag a ticket with the help of a friend, and there I was, in the last row of the world’s most famous arena, watching Eddie Vedder sing long into the night.
And it was exactly what you’d expect. The band sounded great. Eddie Vedder’s vocals were on point. The crowd was super into it and there was never a dull moment. I had a great time.
Vedder, a staunch liberal, did take the time to preach his political views on occasion between songs, to the obvious dismay of concertgoers who didn’t agree with his ideologies. But it’s all forgiven because they’re freaking Pearl Jam.
In addition to their original work, the band performed covers of The Beatles and The Who, and the night was even capped with two surprise cameo appearances by Cheap Trick and Sting.
What more could I have asked for?
Unfortunately, the night did not end as blissful as it began.
When I departed from my train off the Long Island Railroad at approximately half past midnight, it suddenly struck me that I was missing something — my beloved Nikon Coolpix camera, which I purchased last summer and has been a constant companion for me along my many travels and concerts.
I was only a few steps off the train, and immediately made a beeline back. But it was too late. The doors were closed and the train was already in motion.
Talk about a helpless feeling.
The camera is not irreplaceable. In fact, there are many affordable options that would be an upgrade. But it was my camera. It was the first digital one I’ve ever owned.
Whether I was 10 feet away or 100 yards away, it still took excellent pictures. I used it to take pictures of artists ranging from Paul McCartney, to Dave Grohl, to Zac Brown, to Lana Del Rey, to Beck, to James Taylor, to Rachel Platten.
And now it’s gone. I’ve registered it with the railroad’s lost and found system using very specific details of where and when I lost it, so there’s still a glimmer of hope. Who knows. Maybe it will find its way back home.
But if it’s truly gone, then it’s only fitting that its last photograph was of Eddie Vedder, from literally the last row of Madison Square Garden — yet so crisp that it looks like I had prime seats.
Thank you, Nikon Coolpix, for making my Instagram page look really, really cool. We had a good run. And it’s only fitting I give you an appropriate send off by altering lyrics of Pearl Jam’s “Last Kiss.”
Oh where, oh where, can my Nikon be?
The railroad took it away from me
It’s gone away on the train eastbound
I hope I find my baby at the lost and found