The lyrics have changed over these many years, but the mythical journey of Stagger Lee — “that bad man, oh, cru-el Stagolee” who shot a card-playing companion over a five-dollar Stetson hat — remains this talismanic tale.
Archive for September 23rd, 2011
by Tom Johnson I have a bass. It’s sitting right over there in the corner and it’s gotten tucked further and further away from me as time has gone on. Other things move in front of it, or find themselves stored on top of the amp, and eventually it’s just another thing taking up space in a room
October 14, 1983. It was a long time ago. It was the one and only night I was lucky enough to see R.E.M. in concert.