Dublin Oct 1996 Point Depot

100 Pacer

Tim Simmons said:

Thats the poster that got me into buying their posters.

I never appreciated it until I saw it in person. Colours don’t pop so well in pictures. 

mcgruff10

Awesome photos op!!!! Thank you for sharing.  

Thierry Henry

mcgruff10 said:

Awesome photos op!!!! Thank you for sharing.  

Happy to share them! 1996 was a great year to see Pearl Jam. 

Thierry Henry

Tim Simmons said:

Thats the poster that got me into buying their posters.

I luckily got it from a fellow 10C member for a very generous price. Not sure if he’s still on here. Very grateful. 

mcgruff10

Thierry Henry said:

mcgruff10 said:

Awesome photos op!!!! Thank you for sharing.  

Happy to share them! 1996 was a great year to see Pearl Jam. 

Definitely. My first show was Randall’s 2 in 96.  I wish I had the funds and knowledge to see them more that tour however I made up for it in 98. (8 shows)

Thierry Henry

mcgruff10 said:

Thierry Henry said:

mcgruff10 said:

Awesome photos op!!!! Thank you for sharing.  

Happy to share them! 1996 was a great year to see Pearl Jam. 

Definitely. My first show was Randall’s 2 in 96.  I wish I had the funds and knowledge to see them more that tour however I made up for it in 98. (8 shows)

We didn’t get them over here until 2000 after seeing that 1996 Dublin gig. Long time! 

From 2006 onwards it was like seeing them every year. 

eboweddie

Was eddie spotted in Bruxelles the night before. My first pj show too. I had seen oasis twice that year. But this was it for me
 Incredible.  

Thierry Henry

27 years today! 

Philip_Ireland

Review below 

Philip_Ireland

Review of Dublin 1996 show from The Irish Times. 

https://www.irishtimes.com/news/songs-of-a-muddy-muse-1.100240

Songs of a muddy muse

LED by grunge guru Eddie Vedder, Seattle's Pearl Jam remains one of pop's biggest cults, sellings lots of records and pulling big audiences while still managing to stand well outside the mainstream.

Their debut album, Ten, was their biggest seller, and it put them next to Nirvana in the major rock phenomenon stakes, but since then The Pearlies have struck out towards the left field, releasing uncommercial sounding albums like Vs and Vitalogy, both of which still topped the charts.

Their current album, No Code, has kept the communication lines open, although Vedder's increasingly obtuse lyrics seem more and more like the meanderings of someone with his eye permanently on the navel region.

The Vedder boys came to Dublin's Point on Saturday night, after first stopping off at Millstreet in Cork last Thursday, and the faithful who gathered in force were met by a ring of steel around the moshpit, a sign that the concert organisers were taking no chances.

During the gig, crowd surfers were hauled off by security staff, and their arms were tagged with indelible ink before they were sent back into the audience no doubt this mark of the mosher will soon become a badge of honour among the young and reckless.

On stage, Eddie Vedder looked every bit the reluctant messiah, keeping his head down and his movements to a minimum, concealing his charisma by playing the part of just another guy in the band.

Thus, for much of Pearl Jam's set, it really was heads down, no nonsense, pseudo intellectual punk, as guitarists Stone Gossard and Mike McCready poured out the power and Vedder topped it off with his would be words of wisdom. Sadly for those of us seeking Eddie-fication and enlightenment, the lyrics were mostly inaudible among the grunged up riffs, so we couldn't catch every nuance of the singer's somewhat muddy muse.

Luckily, however, the crowd knew all the words to classic Pearl Jam anthems like Even Flow, Jeremy and Alive, but it was left to Vedder to find his own way through the maze of disjointed ideas which typify the band's more recent material. Songs like Lukin, Habit and Mankind (the latter sung by Stone Gossard) are tuneless aimless misadventures in hi-fi which sound like they were cobbled together just to prop up Pearl Jam's rather unwieldy myth. The energy was there, the commitment was there, but there was nothing solid to keep it grounded, so the music simply hung in mid air like an ominous sonic cloud waiting for the wind to come and blow it away.

Instead of a fresh breeze, however, the encore brought the overblown bluster of Who You Are, the band's most recent hit, a stumbling, hippiedippy vision quest which tripped over its own mock mysticism. The dusty ballad Off He Goes worked a bit better, The Pearlies putting their ragged creative thread to appropriate use. But, as they shuffled off stage to thunderous applause, I was still unable to prise any pearls from underneath the dull, mottled shell.