So this is me, a few nights ago, singing R.E.M.’s “You Are the Everything” with Peter Buck, Ben Gibbard, Jenny and Nate. I didn’t need to practice much; I’d sung it a million times, it feels like, in my bedroom as a shy, introverted fourteen-year-old, probably making sweet, sentimental eye-contact with the picture of Mary Stuart Masterson above my desk.
I have died of musical orgasm.
Such is life these days…
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