Superstar (the Sonic Youth version)

New York has a gahzillion bars playing live music on any given weekend night....I happened to be in one this particular saturday. The first band was a classic (to be read as normal, boring, regular) indie band, complete with a female vocalist.

I understand that is the next big thing in the music industry. Bands with female lead vocalists that is.

They were good but just. The next band though were just fantastic...again indie/alternative with female vocalist. It wasn’t the music, which was great, it wasn’t the composition, which was great too, it were the lyrics...I lived a whole lifetime through them...
If I remember correctly, one of them went like --

“ If I had a time machine,
I could make you mine,
If I had a time machine,
I would set it to yesterday”

Suppose it sounds better when the lights are low, the drummers going crazy, the guitarist is trying out this psychedelic riff he came up with while high on some new age drug and the drinks help absorb it all in....atmosphere is after all what its all about. Oh and the vocalist was mind numbing hot as well...something about hot girls sharing with you in lifes' tragedies and loves' illusionary woven web...

so I shelled 20 bucks and bought their cd. Been listening to it...its good but just.

Comments

Australis said…
Hah. Yet another victim of the hot-squad. They are the organized mob of people who make you buy things you don't really need or want, simply because they look just so damn good doing/wearing/using/singing it, that you want to own it too. :p

But you have to tell me the name of this place.
September 24, 2007 at 6:43 AM
CrazyDiamond said…
what to do...am a sucker for marketing, especially when it comes packaged with good looks.
Well thats my excuse for this rash purchase anyway.

The place...hmm...its called Pianos and is on the Lower East Side. Why the interest? I thought you are saat samundar paar...
September 24, 2007 at 5:04 PM
Renovatio said…
I know what you mean man, and even though I'm completely sick of thinking it and saying it and thinking it again, and then saying it a little more before thinking about it again, I'm with you there. I'm sold out to the words.
September 24, 2007 at 5:05 PM
CrazyDiamond said…
yes, but there are times or rather there are songs (and moments) when its just pure raw music and you can fill in your own words to suit your history....
the jury is still out whether that is better or not....don't you think?
September 25, 2007 at 12:48 AM
Australis said…
I do live saat samundar paar, but am traversing the oceans in December for a holiday. Mail me on thesecretsoap@gmail.com if you have any nice tips on some non-touristy things I can do, por favor?
September 25, 2007 at 3:31 AM
Anki said…
Got an idea.. why don;'t you upload that timemachine song ...here on theblog
for all of us to savour

(pleeeasssee.. the lyrics have trapped me :P)
September 25, 2007 at 4:42 AM
CrazyDiamond said…
@aurora:- Non - touristy .....hmmm...I shall...give moi some time. And anycase December is eons away...

@anki: I suck at this uploading thing (tried a while back and it wasn't pleasant). But tell you what, here's there website http://www.therulingparty.com/)
PS - and I found the song and realise I got the lyrics wrong a wee bit...but I like my version :)
September 26, 2007 at 2:28 AM
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