DETAILS, FICTION AND STEVIE NICKS

I first heard R.E.M. in 1986, a song tacked on to the top of a demos selection of a Eugene, Oregon, band that my uncle, then in class at U of O, sent to me for Christmas. The song was termed "Superman," some meticulously crafted bubblegum that was so easy and trustworthy and amusing that my overall nascent library of cassettes (chiefly: Yaz, Scritt