Next Month R.E.M.’s venerable debut Chronic Town turns 30.
Aside from the attractive gargoyle on the cover, the album contained the first mention of hipsters in modern music and was a welcome accompaniment to my morning coffee today.
I still get a tingle everytime I hear Michael Stipe’s little giggle at the start of Stumble. And despite it being all digital these days, I still hear it as if it came accompanied with the scratch of the needle on the vinyl which would accompany it in the silent part between songs.
If I were able to play my 22 year old Vinyl copy, I might again hear that for real.