I’ve lived with his grainy voice for years now. Super-8 dreams signposted a way to be. Pre-internet, I’d pore over inlay sleeves, searching for messages. His cryptic imagery folded into my DNA. A few words exchanged, a hand held. His picture: a crumpled T-shirt bearing the hand-scrawled message ‘courage, courage, courage’ was possibly the most profound thing I’d ever seen at that point.
As if on a whirring projection I watch myself in Audenshaw walking, brooding, wondering, dreaming, a flickering figure on repeat. Did I reach my potential? What became of those dreams? It’s all enfolded into REM, my past, my future. I can’t really overstate how obsessed I used to be with REM, nor how much a part of me they are.
I first became aware of their existence with the release of Out Of Time in 1992. It impacted strongly on me; after hearing it I travelled backwards into their discography and bought every album, one at a time as I could afford it with my pocket money, each time delving deeper into the worlds within
As if on a whirring projection I watch myself in Audenshaw walking, brooding, wondering, dreaming, a flickering figure on repeat. Did I reach my potential? What became of those dreams? It’s all enfolded into REM, my past, my future. I can’t really overstate how obsessed I used to be with REM, nor how much a part of me they are.
I first became aware of their existence with the release of Out Of Time in 1992. It impacted strongly on me; after hearing it I travelled backwards into their discography and bought every album, one at a time as I could afford it with my pocket money, each time delving deeper into the worlds within