Ahh...ok...sorry...so much for daily :) This will be a brief posting...computer is down at home and i was busy and couldn't get going today. Hey, its a Monday.

Homeless Club Kids-My Favorite

I don't know much about this band. I ended up getting their double CD, which as remixes on the second CD (hit or miss). I originally heard this on a compilation...i think the first time i had it on low and not on my headphones and it just kinda whizzed past me. You know how that happens...how you listen to a CD a million times and then just one time, you hit on a song for the "first time"...you pay attention differently, the lyrics catch you, something.

This song kinda happened to me like that. Its almost shockingly beautiful in this very swirly Cure "Disintergration" kind of way. It doesn't sound like the Cure necessarily, it just has this epic sweep like many of the tracks on that record did...how layers kept coming in adding to the mix. Sung in a slightly atonal beautiful female voice, this is more of a dance floor record, which is fitting because its lyrically all about the dance floor. Its opening line is "when the dance floor's full the kids all look so beautiful." And the refrain "the ghost of dead teenagers sing to me while i am dancing." I mean, fucking beautiful.

I am not sure what My Favorite intended, but i find it ineffably sad and melancholic yet somehow future looking and hopeful. I feel we've all had those moments on the dancefloor, those moments where we are disconnected and self-analytical and we realized that we are in this mass of people, connecting to a beat yet somehow lost and alone. We often think of past lovers and regrets while out there. I don't think thats necessarily sad, perhaps more melancholic. But incredibly solitary, if thats an expression.

The song always reminds me of dancing in gay bars. Maybe i am reading too much into it, but i am often cognizant of the "missing" men in bars. Men who were just cut down in the early part of life. One day they were strutting away to Grace Jones and Arthur Russell and ESG and Shannon in a total escape from the 80's and 90's. Maybe this was their only place where they could be themsleves. and then they are gone. I feel that, particularly in places like the West Village and the Castro, i feel like their are ghosts there. So maybe their ghosts are dancing with us. And good for them...maybe thats the melancholia we feel. I mean, dancing is primal to begin with. So maybe we are connecting through the rhythm strings and beat, to something that we lost.

My Favorite might have some other great tracks. I like alot of them on the disc. But i keep coming back to this, over and over and over. I mean:

"the disremembered stars are as bright and lost as fireflies in jars"

I wont even bother to try to find an adjective to describe that.