Suede/Brett Anderson

Suede, “Heroine”

Last night I couldn’t fall asleep after waking up in the middle of the night. I put on my earphone and started to play the tracks from Dog Man Star.  It’s been a while since the last time I listened to these tracks, but it’s wonderful to visit them again in the midnight.  The music brought back the memory about three years ago when I became familiar with Brett Anderson’s solo career and Suede’s comeback tour, when I made here sort of like a fan blog with fervor. 

Later on my career and my health have been through a few stages, and my attention was diverted to other aspects of my life.  When Bloodsports was released I was more attentive to my career change (although I still got a copy and listened to it), and when the band visited Taipei last summer I was busy working as a freelance translator.  Last night, these Dog Man Star tracks were addressing to certain part of me, the fan part I think, and I just couldn’t stop thinking about the reason why I like them.  My life is very different from what is described in Dog Man Star.  I’ve never been though those moments in relationship that Anderson usually writes about. I don’t see myself as a hardcore fan because if I am, I will be the person in the front row whenever I have a chance to get close to them.  I see myself as an observer. From all these years of observing, I think why these drama or tension in the lyrics attract me is that I can relate to the underlying obsession in it.  I know I can be obsessive in some parts of my life.  I want to throw a question about relationship like Anderson does, as I don’t know much about people sometimes.  Anderson’s performance, as a solo artist or a rock band front man, and his passion about music, also contribute to my interest in him and the band.  Or, should I say, when I choose to “observe" the band from a distance for quite a while, maybe this can be counted as an act of obsession.

I like the flow of sound and melody in “Heroine."  As for the image of femme fetale, well, I wonder if this kind of woman really exists. Perhaps it’s more like an image created by media and popular literature. I like the way Anderson writes “I’m aching to see my heroine."  Exaggeration makes passion conspicuous here.  The word heroine may suggest something else if you think about Anderson’s personal life at the time, but to see it in its context, I like the way the whole thing is presented. It’s a love story, just with excessive passion.



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