Murmur by R.E.M. is older to my high school son than the Beatles were when I was his age. Released in 1983 it doesn’t sound the least bit dated to me. Perhaps that is what I responded to as a 17 year old in the midst of rapid change. Murmur was not like anything I had ever heard. Stipe claims in the opening song (Radio Free Europe), “this isn’t country at all”. It wasn’t “like” anything at all. It wasn’t like the outlaw country that my dad listened to. It wasn’t like the jazz and midwest rock that my mom listened to. It certainly wasn’t like anything else I was listening to. As diverse as my tastes were even at the age of 17, everything else I listened to (with the exception of The Beatles and New Order) was defined music. It had borders, it had clear direction, it had intention and agenda. This sound coming out of the speakers of my ’76 Nova was not rock, blues, folk, techno, jazz. Lyrically it was not about love, politics, change, anger or passion even though it hinted at all of them. No, this was my first encounter with music of my generation that was concerned with truth and that recognized that truth was somehow transcendent.
And, as central and influential as R.E.M. has been, I don’t think it sounds like anything I listen to today. Which is why both my kids always ask me, “who is this?” everytime I play it. It is not haunted like Reckoning but there is still a solemnity present. And it is a debut album. How did 20-somethings from Athens, Georgia create a work of art this powerful, this resonant, this transcendent? I cannot answer, analyze, or even pursue that question. To do so would be foolish. Art that lasts is always surrounded by mystery. That is why it lasts. For me, mystery is the handmaiden of the Divine. It exists by grace to give us a glimpse into the eternal.
When R.E.M. spoke to me in 1985, “Not everyone can carry the weight of the world” I knew it to be true. An alcoholic father, a mother with brain cancer, Ronald Regan, the Soviet Union, nuclear war. These were my burdens. My theology teachers had all told me that Christ would lighten my burdens. I understood the idea yet it remained elusive. But those lines from Murmur touched my heart and allowed me to release my trouble. To acknowledge that I was allowed to feel powerless and afraid. “Talk about the Passion” I realized was speaking to me about the passion of Christ. “My God, My God why have you forsaken me?” I am not suggesting that R.E.M constructed a Christian allegory. That would simplify and reduce the mystery. I am suggesting that to my 17 year old heart and mind the central mystery of Christianity became real to me through this song by R.E.M. Today I still struggle with the notion that, “Not everyone can carry the weight of the world.” Today I still struggle with the central mystery of Christianity. Today I know that the young people I teach struggle with the weight of the world. Today I remind them and myself that as present and important as this world is, we must walk humbly “West of the Fields” in to the arms of mystery.
In spite of which we like to think
That we are sound, substantial flesh and blood-
Again, in spite of that, we call this Friday good.
–TS Eliot East Coker
Please have a listen to the following songs I captured from vinyl:
For information on the files above go to last week’s post.
For more on music, mystery, and the old, weird America I mentioned last week, check out the amazing Old Weird America.