"One
morning I woke up and my mind seemed pretty lost. I related the fact to the mount of
hashish I had smoked the night before. I was walking through my little appartment, not knowing what the
hell I wanted to do. After a short stay in my
bathroom I was headed to my
kitchen. I was hungry. Again a fact I related to the mount of hashish from last night.
I opened my refrigerator and took a bottle of anything. I did not recognize what it exactly was. I took some bread, opened the bottle and had a great pleasure. When I finished my breakfast my mind had cleared up a little bit. I was able to read again. I saw that I had just eaten bread with pearl jam. Then I knew what my new band's name should be: Pearl Jam..."
That's the
story I believe in.
Eddie Vedder was that stoned that he really thought he had eaten bread with pearl jam. Actually, even a genius has bad mornings...