Sometimes I need a swift kick in the ass for not appreciating this band as much as I should and sometimes I should just lay my head in a pillow of grass and be overwhelmed by the beauty and the wonder. It's not that I don't love this band, it's just that I'm not fully aware of that fact just yet. As if somebody should first steal all my R.E.M. records in order for me to realize what I really had. I actually sold my first Green copy because it didn't seem all too helpful in getting me through a world of shit and it didn't really seem like a step up from the singles I already knew. I missed the fuck out of it as soon as I let go, though. All of a sudden it did make sense and the songs popped up in my head and I just wanted things to be as they were. I missed the warmth of the artwork and the warmth of the songs. I wanted to go out in the woods and sneak into a cabin and use this as a blanket when the sun makes its last attempt at breaking through and holding on to trees of a thousand years. Something as timeless as this deserves to be cherished but I'm too much of a goon to fully get that point across. One piece of advice though, if you ever have a few days off of whatever it is you're doing you should just take your time to work your way through this band's career and discover the treasures that are hidden under the hugeness of their back catalogue. There's a lot to be found and it's definitely worth the effort, I swear.Peace.
