In which I review a 1987 R.E.M. concert for the Rutgers-Camden Gleaner.

I scanned a bunch of old articles I did for the Rutgers-Camden Gleaner yesterday, and boy oh boy are these things bad. Bad in a undergraduate, couldn’t-write-any-better way, a clueless, know-it-all way. These things can’t be helped, at least if you were me.

Here below is my review of an October 16, 1987 concert with R.E.M., held at the old Spectrum. It was fall of my sophomore year, and I’d been a fan of R.E.M. for four years, an eternity.

There’s so much to answer for. Song titles messed up, over-earnestness, as I said. But the “mercifully short set” from 10,000 Maniacs, that’s just wrong. I pasted the set list from the R.E.M. Timeline website for our references.

I write about how R.E.M. in my new book, Shader, and hopefully it’s not as worshipful as here. But it probably won’t be: R.E.M. was, and still is, an important part of  my life.

If anyone requests it, I can post my scathing review of R.E.M.’s Out of Time, where I turn on the band.


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16 October 1987 – The Spectrum, Philadelphia, PA
support: 10,000 Maniacs
10,000 Maniacs set included: A Campfire Song
R.E.M.: Finest Worksong / These Days / Welcome To The Occupation / Pilgrimage / Disturbance At The Heron House / Exhuming McCarthy / Orange Crush / Feeling Gravitys Pull / King Of Birds / Tired Of Singing Trouble / I Believe / Oddfellows Local 151 / It’s The End Of The World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine) / Begin The Begin / Strange / Fall On Me / Crazy / 1,000,000
encore 1: John The Revelator / The One I Love / Midnight Blue – I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For – Addicted To Love / Radio Free Europe
encore 2: Harpers / So. Central Rain (I’m Sorry)
encore 3: Wolves, Lower
notes: Natalie Merchant guests on ‘John The Revelator’, Michael guests on ‘A Campire Song’ with the 10,000 Maniacs

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On bung holes, the bung factory, and on being called a bung hole. With Jimmy Fallon cameo.

Bung Factory

This time last year, I walked by the old Bung Factory on Jefferson Street. I was on my way to my favorite bar with a box full of gourds. My favorite bar’s name, translated from French into English, is “The Royal Palace.” I don’t remember why I had a box full of gourds, but it was more than twenty of the little things and I felt as if I had to be rid of them. I decided to adorn a 1962 Ford Galaxy with them, unshellacked and overripe on the roof and hood. I knew who owned the car but we never met. He was a photography for the local paper, and wears a funny hat. Once, he took a photo of me on the same stage as Jimmy Fallon. He was the commencement speaker at the college where I teach. I sat on the stage with all the other professors who wore long robes and funny hats. One photo he took was of me applauding, probably after some funny joke made by Jimmy Fallon. Because of the tight seating and because my robe’s sleeves were so long, my arms looked like they were too short for my body, like fins or vestigial T. Rex limbs. After it appeared online, I received this photo in my email from a friend, who had seen in in the local paper. The subject line was “you are such a bung hole.”


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Intermission: Did I Write This Stoned?

And what happens when you win your own arguments with yourself, when the pictures you look at all day instead of writing, those lossless windows into what everyone is doing while you don’t write, becomes instead the very thing you’re doing?

What happens when you win your own arguments, your Toulmin supporting points, your oppositions anticipated, craps out and lands right on your table, your hands still cold from bringing out the trash in the morning, your feet curled inside your shoes, what happens when all this grows more important than figuring out what you want to say?

And what happens when what you want to say is really the story of finding out what you said in the past?  What if your whole life is nothing but cheap Greek reissues, the greatest hits of your childhood, pressed onto thin clear plastic no one would pay full price for?

And what happens if the give-and-take loses its pull, that what pulls you is the cry of your young daughter upstairs?

You hear her from your table in the basement, her arms thud on the floor, you pause to realize what happened, what parts landed, is she OK, and through the floor a piercing scream, one that at once tells you she has fallen for sure, but she’s also fighting it, she’s angry she got hurt, and you can’t make her less angry or less sad, you can just walk upstairs and pick her up, and she’ll squirm and fuss in your arms, and for a couple seconds the argument subsides, the pull downstairs where nothing interesting has ever happened, except sorting and sorting and sorting files of illegal downloads put into folders, renamed, re-archived, re-organized, never listened to. The oldest girl walks downstairs, another demand to visit you, she wants to play your oldest guitar, and you let her, and she picks it up by the headstock, and it tips over, and she cries.

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1985: Mix Tape, TDK Chrome 90 Minutes

Side One:
Hüsker Dü, “Broken Home, Broken Heart”
Joy Division, “Love Will Tear Us Apart”
R.E.M., “South Central Rain (I’m Sorry)”
Ready For The World, “Oh Sheila”
Chi-Lites, “Oh Girl”
The Cure, “Boys Don’t Cry”
The Minutemen, “This Ain’t No Picnic”
The Jam, “A Town Called Malice”
Black Flag, “Rise Above”

Side Two:
The Go Go’s, “Head Over Heels”
L.L. Cool J, “Rock the Bells”
Power Station, “Still In Your Heart”
Paul Young, “Every Time You Go Away”
Men At Work, “Overkill”
Todd Rundgren, “Hello, It’s Me”
Cyndi Lauper, “Time After Time”
Prince, “The Beautiful Ones”


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The Equalizer: Second Series, including some Adagia I wrote. Get it here.

Pages from The Equalizer - Second Series


Featuring poetry by Samuel Amadon, Cindy Arrieu-King, David Bartone,Charles Bernstein, Anselm Berrigan, Edmund Berrigan, Anne Boyer, CM Burroughs, Nicole Callihan, Willa Carroll, Junior Clemons, Evan Commander, Rob Crawford, Daniel Davis-Rogers, Ray DeJesús, Michelle Dove, Paul Ebenkamp, Carly Eichhorn, Natalie Eilbert, Cathy Eisenhower, Frank Fabre, Jessica Fiorini, Jennifer H. Fortin, Drew Gardner, Jules Gibbs,Tyler Gobble, Kenneth Goldsmith, Nada Gordon, Bradley Harrison, Andrea Henchey, Sean Patrick Hill, Randall Horton, Thomas Hummel, Marsha Idlewine, Jeffrey Jullich, Paul Killebrew, Jennifer L. Knox, Eric Kocher,Krystal Languell, Amy Lawless, Noel Long, Pattie McCarthy, Sam A. McCormick, Tracey McTague, Kasey Mohammad, Amanda Montei, Lindsay Rose Moore, Jess Mynes, Daniel Nester, Danielle Pafunda,Guillermo Parra, Michael Peters, Brett Price, Nate Pritts, Grace Quick,Layne Ransom, Meg Ronan, Kawaji Ryuko, Zach Savich, Kelly Schirmann,Sandman Simonds, Abraham Smith, Danez Smith, Eric Sneathen,Sparrow, Adam Stutz, Dawn Sueoka, Sho Sugita, Hunnel Tolland, Víctor Valera Mora, Paul Vargas, Kevin Varrone, Maya Weeks, Patrick Whitfill, Tyrone Williams, and Mark Yakich

The Equalizer – Second Series [pdf]


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Philadelphia: Ruby in Paradise, 1993


I wanted to escape to New York. Hiding out in Philly would have to do.

My main hangout, besides cheap bars like Dirty Frank’s and McGlinchey’s, was TLA Video, where Kieron and I rented art house films. Tape boxes sorted by director or themes (“Jane Campion,” “Noir,” “Women In Trouble,” “Eisenstadt”). With the ankle settlement money, I could live cheaply while I shelved books, and watch movies.


In Ruby in Paradise, Ashley Judd plays a woman who moves to a small resort town in Florida to make a new start. There are scenes where she walks around in a nightie, listening to nothing happening, the sound of the waves. I watched it over and over the first week in Philly.

Looking back, I should have done more with this time—written “The Waste Land,” perhaps, or plowed through Proust. Instead, I watched movies and drank beer. I’d walk around 1614 Spruce and rearrange furniture, put a spider plant on this table or that, play Miles Davis’ Down on the Corner or Jack Johnson.

In my alternative universe, the abusive redneck man she left was Deena, my psychotic ex, and I was Ruby, who wanted to decide for herself who “she wanted to be.” She went on motorcycle rides with bad boys. I was Ruby. Ruby c’est moi!


In the movie adaption of my life, Crystal will play the part of Sassy Black Video Clerk. Crystal worked at TLA Video. She played obscure Prince songs on the stereo, and I’d compliment her choices.  She wore a biker jacket, had a huge afro, smelled of patchouli and had ribbons in her dreads. She raised an eyebrow whenever anyone said anything to her. It was easy to make her smile, but difficult to get her to talk. I know the dynamic of customer and counterperson: the person has to interact with me. I can make jokes and they have to react. Most of the time laugh.

She was also the only person whose line I got into at TLA Video. I did this because Crystal did not judge me for renting adult movies. I’d hide the fact I was doing this by renting a trio of tapes: the highbrow movie, the movie I’d actually see, and the one I’d spank off to as soon as I got home.

I’d approach the counter with a Derek Jarman film, Blazing Saddles, and a Busty Broads Compilation, and Crystal didn’t flinch. She just got me my tapes. Years later, I saw her on the L train in Brooklyn and introduced her to my wife. I felt the need to do this.

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Kay Kyser introduces the Sonovox in the 1940 film “You’ll Find Out.”

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