Weekend Song – Sebadoh

This song gets away with more than it should. Not because it’s low fi, or the loose performance, but its got cheesy cornball lyrics that are so sweet that they must be honest, because no one that talented would try that hard.

The year is 1994. The place: The Old Trout in Windsor. It was a great venue, and there weren’t many places for bands to play other than London, and you couldn’t expect your friends to go an see bands up there. Signed groups and local acts used to play there, bands even did secret warm-up gigs before Reading. REM, Chili Peppers, PWEI all played there.

This blogger played there, too.  What? Check it out. April13, 1994. Headliners, baby. Ugly In Spring. Great days. Yep. Great days.

Anyway, vanity dispatched, you’ll see on April 8, Sebadoh played there and I went to the gig. There was the thrill of taking to the same stage in the same week as the mighty ‘doh.

Looking at the bill now, I can see Oasis played there two weeks later, but I hadn’t heard of them and Live Forever wasn’t released until late summer. We headlined a few weeks later, as did Blur. That day someone came to sign us, but the deal was awful so I didn’t go for it. Honestly. Haven’t I told you this? I’m sure I’ve written about this before.

Actually, I haven’t. I know it’s been nearly five years of blogging, but I’ve held a lot back. Stick around, I may learn something. But imagine if I had been signed though. Oh man, that would be cool. I could be a rock star right now, and instead of seeking approval and acceptance and sharing my soul while expressing myself in ways I can’t with people close to me, I’d be – oh, hang on…

Well, the thrill of playing that week was dampened somewhat because when we got home from the gig we heard that Kurt Cobain had died. He’d been dead three days, but was discovered that night.

But I digress. Or do I? There’s a backstory to this one, so you get two for one. It’s like dinner and a movie.

It’s funny. I take off the pressure of pledging to update the weekend song, and suddenly it doesn’t seem like a burden.

And it’s sad to feel this resistance
what once before had felt so free

 Listen – Think (Let Tomorrow Bee)