Open Letter to Eddie Vedder

October 17, 2012
Eddie Vedder
c/o Ten Club
Seattle, WA

Dear Mr. Vedder,

Firstly, I am a big fan of all of your music. Have been since you played the Avalon in Boston in 1992. Secondly, I am a big fan of the integrity you and the band have maintained throughout your career. Truly a model for any new band, and person really.
Thirdly, while I have not always liked the artistic choices you and the band have made, I have always appreciated your willingness to explore. Lastly, the loyalty that Pearl Jam has shown to each other and the fans over the past 20+ years is nothing short of exemplary. For all of those and more, I thank you.

Mr. Vedder, I simply have one request. Please for the love of all things holy, do not EVER decide to write an autobiography. I just finished reading the Rolling Stone excerpt from Rod Stewart’s autobiography. Pure fucking dreck. Of course, this follows the excerpt in the last issue from Pete Townsend’s autobiography. Only marginally better (sorry I know you are a fan). Now you may ask “Why are you reading Rolling Stone at all?” Fair question. Writers like Matt Tiabi and Mikel Gilmore keep me coming back. Nonetheless, in back to back issues I read excerpts from two of the 20th centuries biggest rock and roll stars. My choice to be sure and while both were marginally interesting, ultimately, who the fuck cares? No really, I’m asking, who?

Did I really need to know that Rod Stewart stayed up all night on a cocaine bender arguing with Elton John about who had more money in the bank? No, I don’t need to know that. And now I can never erase that knowledge and the contempt that comes along with it. I know they are both very well off, and I would argue, deservedly so. They work hard and deserve to be compensated for that.

In recent years, Keith Richards, Neil Young, Pete Townsend, Rod Stewart, and many more, have all written their stories. Why? Did they really need the scratch? Is this the new form of “Behind the Music” cuz they’re all basically the same. Here’s the story, I came from this, achieved that, stuggled creatively, did a ton of drugs, banged a bunch of broads, made a ton of money and now I’m relatively clean. Hope  you enjoyed my story. The end.

I beg of you Mr. Vedder, as you continue on your creative and life journey, please never give pause to writing your story. As an artist, let your artistry tell the story and maintain a degree of mystery. Maybe I’m being selfish in not wanting to know. But I don’t NEED to know. All I am asking is that no matter how much they offer you, please don’t. Or at least contact me to counter offer. Of course, my counter offer will always be one U.S. dollar. Not because I don’t think your story is worth more, its simply all I could really afford.

Now look, I don’t think too much less of any of those guys who wrote their books. Their music is what matters the most, but to me, and I am sure others, their legacy and reputation is now somewhat tarnished. Although, I think Mr. Stewart pretty much obliterated his with those fucking “standards” albums. And it begs the question, how much is it worth to tarnish your creative legacy?

Anyway, this is probably nowhere near your mind at the moment and I hope this little letter serves to keep any desire to write your autobiography at bay. Forever.

Thank you for your time.

Cheers!
Keith R. Higgons

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