The Strokes live at Stubb’s March 14th night before SXSW. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
She said that she was with the band
She seemed to think we’d understand
She said she lived just here backstage
She never slept and never aged
She said she’d found the fount of youth
The band was wise, the band was truth
She found herself in following them
And should she fail she’d just pretend
She found herself there with the band
Her choices careful, all pre-planned
And as they fell her soul would die
She didn’t dream she’d say goodbye
She’s just another music girl
Another number in this world
You’d hope someday she’d understand
She’s not herself, she’s with the band
© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
helenvalentina 
Wow…so very poignant!
Thank you!! 🙂 🙂
Ah, my favorite kind of thank you, that’s because I get to use my favorite response, “No, thank you!”
🙂
Of course she’s not herself she’s with the band. I remember talking with young person backstage and when I told her my name she responded “I’m with the band,” as if that was identity enough.
Wow, really? Amazing, and kind of sad too isn’t it? Thanks for commenting with such an interesting anecdote!! 🙂
Helen, I absolutely “love” this, I’ll repeat that. I really “love” this, Your words say so very much, one has to think on it for awhile for full comprehension. Beautifully written! A joy to read!
Wow, thank you Penny, that’s so kind of you!! 🙂 🙂
Lovely piece Helen. I like that sense of identity that come s with being with the band, as if it is going to last forever, as being, makes you eternal, but does strip away who you might be. Great stuff Helen, another discussion around this one.
Thanks so much Michael!! 🙂 🙂
Excellent work Helen!
Thank you!! 🙂 🙂