On second thought…

Re-hearing Blonde Redhead’s ‘Melody of Certain Damaged Lemons’ a couple
of weeks ago with my friend Bart ‘Hottie’ H. and paying attention to the lyrics
for a change caused me to adjust my opinion on the record. I thought it was
nice ’n good or ‘okay’, but it isn’t. It’s really amazing. Now Blonde Redhead is
always amazing –and if you’ve never seen them live, try to do that at least
once– but their albums are really from another planet. Or another country at
least. Let’s call this country ‘La France’ for no particular reason. Or for the
reason that they sound assez french (I also have the 12″ ‘Melody Citronique’
which kind of is a french and italian sung bonus to ‘Melody of…’ and holds a
very charming version of Gainsbourg’s Chanson de Slogan to exuberantly
stress the point I just made). But there isn’t just France and french stuff to
find on Blonde Redhead albums. George Harrison’s ‘The Beatles’ are a band
that apparently also made it to the record stash of our three heroic friends and
of course there’s lots more going on. (Do forgive me my rather unsubtle ways
of constructing a reference frame for all you readers and readettes.)

When listening to that heartbreaking music and FINALLY reading what this
record was all about, I nearly choked. I’m serious, I couldn’t breath and I
felt sweaty ’n nervous. It doesn’t take a mindreader to know what that means!
Yes jongens, I was instantly in love with those three people I had seen so
often (I once even interviewed Kazu with my friend Danielle in the Paradiso
quite some years ago without feeling what I feel now). I imagined the three
of them chance meeting when they were sharing a room while studying ‘The
Arts’ at some English, or New English, boarding school. Instantly knowing
they were born to be together forever and ever, they started a band.

Funny little trivia:
As I was re-hearing this album I’d just finished reading Oscar Wilde’s ‘The
Picture of Dorian Grey’ (a sort of 19th century ‘American Psycho’ and a wild
Must-Read for all you hopeless romantics!) and noticed someone in the Blonde
Redhead gang had done the same, as you can see here:

I heard someone say
That mind keeps wondering from desire to contempt
From contempt to desire
Never ever feeling bored. Cause we think we are free.
I think it’s so pathetic. Don’t you ?
Were you listening to me. No not even one word.

It was especially from reading the phrase ‘Never ever feeling bored’ in relation
to the rest of it, I instantly recognized the whole stanza to be a ‘Lord Henry
Wotton quote’ (although I’m guessing he’d call it ‘ennui’). Needless to say I
judged the last lines ‘Were you listening to me. No not even one word.’ to be
directed straight to myself, since I hadn’t heard one word of these excellent
lyrics on earlier occasions. Well, I guess today’s lesson is: it’s never too late
to find real beauty in your own damn record collection.