Since seeing his holy rockstar likeness on VH1 (with an odd new logo, I might toss in to the fray), I am wondering how it is possible that Michael Stipe of REM stellar humanhood has begun to resemble Woody Allen of all men. Stipe was never a handsome man, even with his early 80s tossled hair (yikes, and then that frightening longer hair pulled back into a braid - the hairdo I witnessed in that thrift shoppe in Athens GA when I spoke with him that empty early morn), and his eyeliner underscored his gauntness - but Woody Allen?
It's disconcerting.
Another cd, another tour are coming from down there where vines grow visibly and the voices of men rattle basso profundo with mystery.

There's a night of Beckett/Albee near PSD/Union Square and that's on the big to-do list, experience one of the muses firsthand.

Muse Love.