“The camera never lies” is a dirty lie.
Or maybe they are love songs, who am I to judge? The point is that things aren’t always as they appear.
R.E.M.’s debut album is one of my desert island discs, so getting to celebrate it’s 33rd birthday was a nice treat.
R.E.M. has been on my turntable a lot this week, courtesy of a couple of anniversary pieces for Diffuser.
Here’s your big boy, your white whale, the cornerstone of your Frank Zappa bootleg collection.
Work is such a huge part of our lives. A huge, miserable part.
R.E.M.’s fourth album might be my favorite.
I was a diehard R.E.M. fan during the IRS years, but my interest waned went they went major label. There’s some great stuff on those Warner era albums, but I simply didn’t […]
Late 1988/early 1989 was a brilliant time musically, hair metal and Rick Astley aside.
Whether the leaves are brown and the skies are gray, you want to go back go back go back there, or you wish the women in your life all could be from […]