I linked to this last time around but I like it, so I'm going to post it again.
The story of R.E.M. according to the RAM Album Club
1) Buck meets Stipe
The young Peter Buck was the sort of fella who listened to so much music that, had we existed at the time, he would have thought that even Ruth and Martin’s Album Club couldn’t find a blind spot.
“I’ve heard everything”, he’d say. “I got heavily, and I mean HEAVILY, into
Exile on Main Street by The Rolling Stones when I was 15. After that I bought as many albums as I could. At last count, I had 25,000.”
“That’s what they all say”, I’d reply. “But I always find something.”
“Not with me you won’t. I’m dedicated. I once found a Velvet Underground record in a garage sale and spent about a year trying to solve
The Murder Mystery.”
“Sounds a bit
Steve Hoffman Music Forum that mate.”
“Excuse me?”
“Never mind, look here’s
Achtung Bono by Half Man Half Biscuit. I need your review by
next Friday and, remember, you need to listen to it three times.”
“Half Man Half Biscuit? Ok, you’ve got me there.”
Back in 1979, Peter Buck does the two most obvious things that all fellas like him end up doing - he learns how to play guitar and gets a job in a record shop so he can listen to even more music.
One of the regular customers catches his eye - another teenager that was always surrounded by beautiful girls and buying EXACTLY the same records as him. They get talking and discover they both bought
Horses by Patti Smith on the day it came out.
For this reason, as much as any other, Peter Buck and Michael Stipe decide to form a band and move into a disused church in Athens, Georgia.
2) Berry meets Mills
Bill Berry was a juvenile delinquent and a bully.
Mike Mills was a smart bespectacled kid who all the grown-ups liked. He looked a bit like Richie Cunningham in
Happy Days.
“We hated each other”, Berry would later say. “He was the class nerd, straight A’s, and I was just getting into drugs and stuff.”
Alright Bill, calm down mate.
“He was everything I despised: great student, got along with teachers, didn’t smoke cigarettes or smoke pot”
Alright Bill, you’ve made your point.
During 10th grade, one of Bill Berry’s mates asked if he would like to play drums on a “Boogie Woogie” jamming session. Berry agrees and drives across town to the house where the rehearsal is due to take place. Once he arrives, he carries his kit down a load of stairs to the basement.
Shortly after, the bass player arrives - Mike Mills.
Berry has since said that if he was playing any other instrument, I.e. something more portable, he would have stormed off there and then. However, because he couldn’t be bothered to move his drums again, he decided to stay put and make peace with his nemesis.
“This is ridiculous” Berry said to Mills.
“Yeah”, Mills replied.
With that, they shook hands.
The mad part of this story isn’t that they’ve been best friends ever since, or even that they became the rhythm section in one of the biggest bands in the world.
No, the mad part is that anyone other than Jools Holland would agree to take part in a “Boogie Woogie” jamming session.
3) Everyone Meets Everyone
At the start of 1980, the two halves of R.E.M were still unknown to each other - Peter Buck and Michael Stipe were trying to get something going in a disused church, whereas Bill Berry and Mike Mills were in a series of bands that went nowhere.
A mutual friend was needed and she came in the shape of Kathleen O'Brian. Kathleen lived in the church, and also had a huge crush on Bill Berry. So, knowing that her two churchmates needed a rhythm section, she brought everyone together.
This is it.
It’s THE pivotal moment in alternative American music and Bill Berry sums up the meeting perfectly with the only thing he can remember about it -
“It was cold out and we are all wearing coats.”
Thanks Bill.
Stipe, on the other hand, remembers meeting a really drunk Mike Mills who could barely stand up.
“No way! NO WAY!” said Stipe. “I’m not going to be in a band with this guy, there’s no way on earth!”
Berry eventually talked him round and the four of them set a date to rehearse at the church. When the day arrived, though, somebody didn’t turn up so they decided to knock the whole thing on the head.
A couple of weeks later Peter Buck bumped into Berry, purely by chance, and said
“Let’s give it one more try.”
4) Kathleen’s Birthday
Having brought the band together, Kathleen now decides that their first gig should be at her birthday party, held in the church.
I have to say that I’m a big fan of this Kathleen. We’ve done over 70 of these now and I think she’s the first person I’ve come across that has formed a band and then made them play their first gig in her honour.
I mean she’s pushy, but I like her.
Exactly 125 people were invited to the party but something like 600 turned up - ready to witness the first performance of a band that, at this stage, were called The Twisted Kites.
Despite the fact they were playing a gig in their own house they were, in Bill Berry’s words, “scared brickless.” They proceeded to get drunk and staggered through as many covers as they could remember - including
GHod Save the Queen by the Sex Pistols and a 15 minute version of
Roadrunner by Jonathan Richman.
However, towards the end of the gig, members of the audience had to take over on vocals as Michael Stipe had badly burned himself with a cigarette.
And that was supposed to be that. A one off gig for a friend’s birthday.
5) A Second Gig
An unexpected downside of the debut gig was that the brilliant Kathleen was now in debt - largely because everyone drunk a load of booze that she only paid a $200 deposit for. In order to help her out, the band decided to put on a fundraising gig at the 11:11 Koffee Klub.
“I really didn’t want to play there,” says Bill, “but we had to get some money for Kathleen."
This story really would be awful without Kathleen you know.
The band also decided they didn’t want to be called Twisted Kites anymore so they held a meeting at the church where everyone got drunk and wrote a load of names on the wall.
They awoke the next morning and whittled it down to the following choices -
Negro Eyes
Slut Bank
Cans of tinkle
R.E.M.
I know, they picked the worst one.
To make matters worse, the gig at the Koffee Klub was a disaster. The police were called and shut it down after a couple of songs because the club didn't have a license for alcohol. Everyone had their names taken and the establishment was subsequently closed for good.
It’s probably worth a quick recap of where we are.
A woman called Kathleen formed a band from two kids that met in a record store and another two kids who used to hate each other. During their first gig the singer nearly set fire to himself and their second gig resulted in a local venue going out of business.
What a great start.