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...