Fall On Me

Tuesday, September 11, 2007 | 08:30 PM

DocumentDays like today make me both nostalgic and more than a little angry. So rather than grinding my molars and let the blood pressure run up, my favorite coping mechanism is putting on a slice of music from an earlier period of life -- a simpler time.

Not that I ever imagined that the 1980s would be considered a simpler, almost quaint era, but that's what abdication of the historical role of government providing for the common self-defense does to you.

I was a huge REM fan in grad school. Document and Life's Rich Pageant got constant play (a classic two sided recorded tape, back in the day of -- wait for it -- cassettes) as did Murmur and Reckoning.

Lifes_rich_pageantThose tapes were a staple of every road trip. Way back when, cars had cassette players built into them, and CD players were a rare luxury. Those tapes lived in an old girlfriend's 300ZX.   

For those of you who may not be all that familiar with them, here's a great review of R.E.M., as well as the wikipedia entry.

Given what a sucker I am for a good cover song, you can imagine that when I heard Cry Cry Cry's version of Fall On Me I'd be all over it:

Murmurclick for MP3 of Fall On Me:


Original IRS video for Fall On Me:

And there is a live version of the song here.

R.E.M. has a forthcoming CD/DVD release, R.E.M. LIVE., recorded in Dublin, coming out in October.

Reckoning >

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The Kid was standing in front of a pistol-wielding madman who was ten feet tall, pulsing with evil energy, and he didn’t care. Drifting, remembering. He’d been through so much since leaving Little Rock. He missed his mom and dad, and he couldn’t wait to go home and tell them that he’d figured some things out, that he felt well, that he felt better now than he had in a long, long time. Hopefully they’d understand. Chop wood, carry water. Annie are you okay? Are you okay? Will you tell us that you’re okay? Singing, ‘You are, you are, yes, you are.’ And nothing else compares!

The Kid stared up at the Emperor and ploughed ahead. “LET’S NAME A GOD WE ALL AGREE. SECRET STOP-STOP IT WILL END. WE COULD BIND IT IN THE CYST. WE COULD GATHER THROW A FIT!” He was singing a true and pure and powerful song at the top of his lungs, screaming its lyrics at the madman who was confused and now somehow shrinking in front of everyone. “UP TO PAR AND KATIE BARS THE KITCHEN SIGNS MY NIGHTMARE ENDS; SIT IN TRAFFIC NOT VACATED, WASTED TIME, SITTING STILL. I’M THE SUN AND YOU COULD READ. I’M THE SUN AND SHE’S NOT DEAF!”

The Kid pointed to Lupe again. He was bouncing up and down now, holding his arms out wide at his sides, beaming, happy, and free. The power, his source, he’d found it. He was on fire. “I CAN HEAR YOU!” he sang out, “I CAN HEAR YOU! I CAN HEAR YOU! CAN YOU HEAR ME?”

(Barry, you are one totally cool mofo. Take no prisoners / long live r.e.m.)

Posted by: Vega | Sep 11, 2007 8:47:09 PM

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