R.E.M.
I sit in my office listening to music, as I’m prone to do, while working on something or another (in this case, reading a book on Spring programming, because I’ll get to play at being a software engineer and not a scientist for a few days this week) at the end of the day.
Right now, iTunes has decided that shuffle means play lots of R.E.M., or at least it feels that way.
I am struck by how much I liked REM. I have distinct memories of being an angst-ful teenager, listening to tons of REM, and how the lyrics and music identified with me.
And it isn’t that I dislike this music now, I just don’t feel the first order connection with it, anymore.
But I continue to listen to it, because there is a sense of … something. Not nostalgia, because there is no sense of affection for my teenage years, but a vague familiarity, I guess.
Anyway, back to reading.