One song and a five minute stand
Some songs don't just jam, they invoke a strong and kneejerk reaction. Songs don't shake me up easily, but Massive Attack's fabulous "Teardrop" did.
Having drinks with a friend a month ago, Madrone's smart DJ dropped that song, the biggest lounge surprise I've had in years.
The sensual, ethereal crooning of Elizabeth Fraser was spellbinding; I floated back to some of my wildest years: London in the late 90s. I was young, stupid, the scene was hot, and sleep was impossible.
Like in Madrone, the song flowed out slowly and smoothly in a London club, and with it came a visceral feeling of passion. I exchanged glances with A, her bright black eyes trying to say something intimate. Instantly, we clutched each other tightly and swooned to Fraser's vocals for a few minutes. We were just friends, but the song evoked that strong a reaction.
It ended when a Eurotrash mix blew out the speakers. We were perhaps wasted, not knowing what we did, but I haven't forgotten those few moments.
So I landed a tease call to now-married A in London, telling her the Madrone moment didn't feel complete without her. She's got a razor-sharp memory, so it wasn't surprising she remembered those moments like it were yesterday. She now was intent on learning how I felt during the swoon, so she played along.
She grimaced loudly: "Want to share something? An emotion, perhaps?"
"A, come on, that was ages ago! We were young and stupid," I said, chuckling.
"You felt nothing in your heartless soul?" she said, behaving heartbroken.
"Yes, it was a special moment, but..."
"But what...?" she asked.
"Can I call it a 5-minute stand? I don't want your husband killing me!" I asked in humor. I've learned this the hard way, never tell women 'we're just friends' or similar. Be a bit more appreciative of what they mean to you.
It was a special moment, we agreed, but not much spice otherwise. But the song could have well redefined my my life in just a few minutes.
It was released when lounge in general -- Thievery Corp. and Buddha Bar's experimental tones -- started entering the quartet of club styles: house & trance (mostly summer ibiza anthems), hip hop, classic 70s/80s, and international (which included bhangra/rai/garage).
Fraser's lyrics were indecipherable, like most of her Cocteau Twins songs, but it has this weird charm that still haunts both A and me. Just amazing what it did.
And I heard a snippet of the song again recently. Until it disappears, I'm in for hell.
(A! hola!)
posted by Khakra @ 11/21/2007
6 Comments:
Well, you had your chance. The last thing I want is to be on your list of failures. :-)
Miss ya
BOO
Interesting! Some moments become memorabilia for a lifetime; their intensity to arouse and evoke never dwindles...cherish them; they one day become your measure of finding out whether you're alive.
No postings in a while...??
That's a nice observation about women. You got to tell them something more than that they are just friends.
---the erstwhile jhansikirani
just a bit sidelined id, thanks for the concern. using your note as a measuring stick, right now my life's pretty poor, i really want to relive those days! some of the best in my life.
eye! independence of jhansikirani dwindled after marriage? kidding. i must also add.. women can be pretty fickle when not treated appropriately, for me sometimes it's like "why do i have to do this every time?" an exercise in patience I guess, but that thought brings me back on track.
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