WHATEVER I WAS THEN, I CAN'T EVER BE AGAIN

Snow Patrol played Bowery last night. Felt like old times - drinking too much vodka, making inappropriate comments, standing alongside Dave, Dana, Jess and Andrea (and Gurj and Mark and Annie). Only now Andrea is married and 8 months pregnant. So I guess things are a little different.

I'm back into re-obsessing over the Nuggets box set that used to soundtrack Anna's ridiculous St Marks house parties, back when she had a house on St Marks, and back when we partied. One of my favorite songs on there is "Can't Seem to Make You Mine" by The Seeds. I did a lil Youtubing and found this great (as in OVV) clip of them from American Bandstand in 1967:



It made me wonder - do you think those old-timey bands' friends razzed them whenever they were on TV? Like, "Hey keyboard man, sweet dance moves." Or, "Oh singer, you are EVER so sensual." I know we do it now. The Art Brut viewing party when they did Conan was alllll booze and alllll laughter. Same with the play-by-play I gave Matt on the phone when TBS did Leno (or something, I forget). I just wonder what guys in bands were like back then. Cuz from the looks of clips like the above, they were the titans of tool-town. But, in fairness, it's safe to say that '60s TV presentations weren't necessarily indicative of actual personality. Thanks censors!


**UPDATE: Balls. I got so distracted by the Nuggets awesomeness that I totally forgot the other point of my post. Last night at the gig, Razorlight came up in conversation (lord knows why). I think Mark was saying something about Johnny Borrell's face. Whatever, that in turn led me to remember the gem of amazing that Imran shared with me in October.

Behold, Razorlight.

Ok, ok, you can watch it again if you'd like. I won't judge. I had to watch twice to make sure I hadn't missed anything. But nope, nope - what it is is what it is. Johnny Borrell. Johnny Borrell's earrings. Johnny Borrell's poets blouse. And some matches. And oh right, theres some other dudes in the band. They have matches too. But don't worry, you didn't miss a thing.

Mark would argue that I'm letting Johnny Borrell win by turning people on to his video. But you know what? I'm making such a concerted effort to quit my nasty habit of cynicism that I'd like to take this opportunity to share the joy with whoevers interested (ha, I just remembered that an editor friend bumped into me last night and said, "What brings you here? Are you working? Or is this for - joy?").

Save me Johnny Borrell.