Floyd,

I think I told you I spent an entire evening sitting on the top of a burned out Pinto with Michael Stipe when R.E.M. had just started out and he gave me his opinion on rock and roll. He told me that if the lyrics make sense, it's not rock and roll, basically. He told me that country was supposed to make sense but rock and roll was supposed to be more like "stuff you remember from a dream" or something like that. Then a drunk cowboy wandered up to the car and started talking about his last two years working on the pipeline in Alaska. Michael Stipe pulled a cheap K-Mart notebook out of his pocket and wrote down every word, including the part about God telling the cowboy not to listen to Elvis. I don't think I've ever been to a better lyric writing workshop. And I was doing my very best here not to make much sense.

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