Als Ex-Popstar
kann ich nur sagen: Ja, so isses wohl meist (auch wenn ich niemals zu Dire Straits knutschen wollen würde), wahrscheinlich aber nicht nur bei Musikern. Jedenfalls wurde es selten so wunderschön traurig und gleichzeitig unprätentiös erzählt wie von Herrn Malkmus. Ganz schön normal halt die Liebe...
„Jennifer dates a man in a 60’s cover band
He’s the ‘Ess-Dog’. Sean if you wish.
She’s 18, he’s 31
She’s a rich girl, he’s the son
of a Coca-Cola middle man.
They kiss when they listen to ‘Brothers in Arms’.
And if there’s something wrong with this
they don’t see the harm.
They’re joining their forces and are singing along.
See those rings on her toes.
Check that frisbee in his Volvo.
It’s a Volvo with ancient plates.
They’ve got a dog she named Trey.
A retriever with a frayed bandana around his neck
Trey has a window into their relationship.
The baby talk voices and the post class-a nasal drip
It all seems to function at least in her dog’s mind.
Bridge: Let me out of here, let me out of here etc.
Jennifer left for school up in Boulder
and the ‘Ess-Dog’ came to visit when he could.
But the strain was too much.
The could not make up the distance
and the distance between their years.
Neither one listens to ‘Brothers in Arms’.
The ‘Ess-Dog’ waits tables and he sold his guitar.
Jenny pledged for Kappa and she started pre-law.
And off came these awful toe-rings!
Off came these awful toe-rings.”
from: Jenny and the Ess-Dog by Stephen Malkmus
Und so geht’s vermutlich weiter: Mit 31 wird sie die toe-rings in einem Anflug von ‚nostalgia’ wieder entdecken und toll finden. Aber dann ist Sean schon 44, entweder Gosse oder Abteilungsleiter und definitely not an option anymore. Tja...
