I didn’t have anything against Jes. I didn’t know she was his fuckin’ sister. If I’d known, maybe I wouldn’t have gotten involved, but then again I doubt it.
As far as car bombs, street fighting, and creatively cheating the government go, Abbie Hoffman’s authoritative guides to pig-hunting are far more educational.
Gray goes beyond the glitteringly-illustrated fan-loving texts and the jumble of apocryphal internet mutterings to create a complete academic survey of R.E.M.
Joy! Joy and death! Momento mori, final fulfillment, revellers in the music of the ecstatic sigh. The last breath; the psychotropic dance. My eyes grin wide.