‘9-9’, Murmur, live in Passaic in 1984
R.E.M., not looking remotely mild-mannered. The spoken intro/break is incomprehensible* but it’s the vehemence that obscures the rest of it, not mumbling. “Conversation fear” comes on more like a weapon than anxiety.
* “Steady repetition is a compulsion mutually re-enforced
Now what does that mean?
Is there a just contradiction?
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord, hesitate.”