I fold
Dear R.E.M.,
You are no longer my emotional barometer.
It was bound to happen. I got older. My clothes got less cool. We drifted apart.
I was a little afraid when I saw the Carson-esque typography on your latest album. Then the insert just fell out since there was no pocket in the sleeve. It was one of those unfolding posters with your lyrics printed inside.
I don’t really want to know what you’re saying.
I want to make up syllables in the car as I wail along.
I don’t want to hear this diluted soft-pop-elevator music. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not all bad. At least there’s _not_ some token country-tinged song. I suppose Sting used all those up on his last 5 albums.
Oh, I still get excited by you guys. And I love the new remix of your album, that 3 minute sampler on iTunes.
Yeah, that’s nice.
