With a whimper, hmmm.
I can’t say I was surprised. I certainly wasn’t shocked. When the death knoll rang, I was ready for it. I had spent the better part of two decades as a fan, but lately I wasn’t digging the material. We were all just going through the motions — them in making it, and me in buying it. Hell, I wasn’t even buying it, truth be told. Taed made sure I had the “latest”. I doubt had he not bought the last few CDs for me, I would have cherry-picked from iTunes. If I’d picked at all…
I could say it was me, not them. Thankfully, I didn’t have to. By leaving the party when it was time, they saved me the horror of staying in a “loveless marriage”. I loved who they had been, but didn’t like who they were right now. I’d lost hope that the REM I once knew and loved was even possible. By confirming the truth, they ripped the band-aid off, allowing me to move on — find other bands.
I won’t; I know. It’s too hard to fall lock, stock, and two smoking barrels for a band these days. It’s primarily the pursuit of a young woman, with time to spare, and day dreams galore. While there might be someone else out there for me, I doubt I’ll look. Maybe one day… But I know I’ll never love a band the way I loved REM.