PREFACE
I guess this is just not going to stop. Not that it is a bad thing.. and not that looking back is terrible ( hello, have we met ? ) Endings cause reflection... you gather, you talk, you laugh, you morn.... set the place in time and move forward. It just ALWAYS ( always ) shocks me that there were so many folks involved. Back in the day .....I did not just want REM, I needed REM. I was from the small town gene pool of pure Skynyrd , but my FREEBIRDS were always meant as ironic. Even in a pre ironic universe , I was putting it out there. Trust me, the folks I went to high school with , were not. Creaky, creaky... Athens changed. Any , even a short time , reader of this little blog knows the first time I saw them was at the I & I club, which was all, I guess hip and " new wave " , but you have to know the actual space was part of my world view as the infamous B&L Warehouse, and I did not belong to the land of denim/flannel and beer , it was very much a part of my older brothers, long hair and rock and roll world. But, I thought it was just me that needed something new... some sort of deliverance from the norm of sleepy Southern small town. It was a line in the sand, you were either B&L or I&I ( not that I have a single clear memory of the stupid bar other than many many sweaty nights at the tragically named BUCKHEAD BEACH, which it became after about an hour of being the I&I. ( which I bet , if someone could find a photo was i & i, had something to do with SKA, which all the cool kids were listening too ( see : Chrissie Hynde in ... one of those Sex Pistols R 4 movies... Filth and the fury ? or hell, was it a VH1 behind the music.. I don't know..)
Who knows, I think the entire planet has a rose colored rear view window, and we all walked to school five miles in the snow, uphill. I have always held the Rodger Lyle Brown / 2011 view of that magic Athens, Ga. ( 1978 - 1986 ) suspect, because it holds it in such a tight bubble. Magic Athens, Ga. ( 1978 - 1986 ) was not an Avalon for little proto hipsters, every garage band two days away from CBGB's. It was a FOOTBALL TOWN with a drinking problem, that was MUCH more pink and green than cross dressed. I just don't want to come across as it all being too too romantic, that's all. Not that it was not lovely, but I think everyone thinks their time in college was, ours just happens to have a world famous rock band from it, that just broke up.
WTF are you talking about, Kyle. Are you high ?
I just do not want to come across as life " was great then and is shit now " , thats all. It was a great run, one of the best in American Rock and Roll, and yes, were / are/ am/ is my favorite band, but it was more than that, and I'm not fully alone in thinking that, and now you get todays installment of REM MANIA :
"In the spring of 1980 I was at college in Athens, Georgia. My once-good grades had given way to behavior that my parents were starting to get wind of, and they instructed me to come back home to Maryland for the summer. I didn’t want to go. Everything in Athens was so… fresh and exciting. I had just started taking part in the innocent decadence that would sustain the scene for the next several years. And I was just beginning a romance with Mike Mills, the bass player in the weeks-old R.E.M. A few weeks before the end of spring quarter he said to me — we were at Tyrone’s, the local rock club, standing between the Rolling Stones pinball machine and the Space Invaders game, playing neither — “I finally meet a girl I like and she’s got to go back to Rockville.” ( the rest, or click on the link above )
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