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464 pages, Paperback
Published December 4, 2024


That's great—it starts with an earthquake
Birds 'n snakes 'n aeroplanes...
—"The End of the World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine)"
If you don't belong, you belong here.
—p.159
Everyone in motion, everything moving in time to the music, and to the musicians, who are also moving and also looking excited, and entirely themselves. Michael Stipe, golden curls falling over the shoulders of his denim jacket, leans into the microphone stand, dancing this way and that, while Peter Buck struts and leaps with his black-and-white Rickenbacker and Bill Berry, dense hair long and heavy with sweat, hammers and writhes behind his drums, occasionally looking up to sing into the microphone hanging over his head. Mike Mills is going full tilt too, his slight torso wrapped in a stylized Elvis T-shirt, his hands working a new Rickenbacker bass, leaping one way, then dashing the other before stumbling back to his microphone to pitch in a harmony. 172