REM came out to jam with them on it.
Peter Buck would come out and jam with people constantly, whether they wanted him to or not.
Spike ,'Potential'
There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
REM came out to jam with them on it.
Peter Buck would come out and jam with people constantly, whether they wanted him to or not.
Peter Buck would come out and jam with people constantly, whether they wanted him to or not
heh. I earwormed myself with Lionel Ritchie. Serves me right I guess.
I'm too ashamed to admit my first REM show was in 1995, Milwaukee. But then I saw them again in Chicago that year, and then in 1999 and then in 2003 and then in 2004 ... so yeah, I'm caught up now.
never seen them.
Me, neither.
Neither did I.
Well, there's no use going now since they're old and boring. However, I'll still stand by my statement that R.E.M. in '83 was about the best concert I ever saw.
14 May 1982 - Atlanta Arts Festival, Piedmont Park, Atlanta, GA
I was there, but I don't remember much about it.
What's the song in the iPod shuffle commercial? I've heard it before.
I haven't seen REM, either. Nor have I seen U2.
The five best concerts I've seen:
Howard Jones, 1995 or so. He still sells tons of tickets here in Salt Lake, and makes a point of playing a show if he comes to the states for any reason (like to get his hair cut, by his hairdresser who is also my hairdresser). But, this show, when he could have sold 5000 tickets, he played at a small club (Zephyr, for those keeping score) for about 200 people. Absolutely brilliant.
Sinead O'Connor, 1988, I believe, while she was on top. She sold out the Salt Palace (15000 seats, I think. Where the Jazz used to play), and, at one point, got every one in the audience so quiet you could hear the security guard's walkie talkies.
Dead Kennedys/Black Flag, 1986ish. Wow. All I can say.
Oingo Boingo, many times from 1984-1988. They came thru and played every 6 months or so, and I went to see them every time. My favorite was on their final tour, when a friend of mine had taken so much acid I started frying just from holding his hand going through the crowd.
Crash Worship, 1994. Absolutely insane, tribal shit. It started, for me, with a girl, about 4'10", with a rainbow dreadlock mohawk, buck naked, squeezing watermellon on me. Then came the midgets with drums, the fire pits, the fuck circle, the humming clump . . . . Insane.