Country Feedback, R.E.M., 1991
One more R.E.M. tune to (hopefully) get this week started on the right foot. Who am I kidding? I'm not sure that's even possible. I'm a square peg in a round hole.
Even after a weekend filled with R.E.M., Taylor, and way too many melodramatic "love conquers all" romance movies, I could really use more of the same. I can feel it in my bones, I need a vacation. I need a break from it all. I need to just be. I have to escape soon or else ...
I'm collecting the red flags. I don't know what was going on with my subconscious this past work week, but I swear, every time I opened my mouth some archaic southern colloquialism from my childhood would fall out of it -- is that technically country feedback? No lie -- I literally used "six ways to Sunday" in a human person out loud conversation. I think it has finally happened; this transformation into an old person is on autopilot. It's taking over.
BTW, I can't imagine any living, breathing, feeling human not being enamored by R.E.M. My soul mate -- who I know is out there -- will love R.E.M. just as much as I do. Come find me.
Happy Monday!
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