Finish on a high. I’m not saying this was the best song of the 80s. (It wasn’t even the best REM song of the 80s). I’m definitely not offering it up as the best video of the 80s. But when it comes to the ultimate festival, the ultimate gig, the ultimate setlist, after the fake encore, when the band comes out for a third time, this is who they are, and this is what they play. It doesn’t matter that Michael Stipe forgot the words fifteen years, five albums, two breakups and five hundred performances ago: the crowd remembers - Leonard Bernstein, Leonid Brezhnev, Lenny Bruce and Lester Bangs are all singing along - and it’s just a heady torrent of consciousness in any case.
And I feel fine.