I
first saw Dream Bitches perform at The Sidewalk Cafe a few months
ago. I have found The Sidewalk to be where musicians go when they
first get to NYC to learn what NOT to do. Then I saw them again
at a better place. Dream Bitches performed at The Bowery Poetry
Club where they filled the 20 minute opening act which started off
"Show N Tell" - a night-long weekly marathon open mic
event slash freak show, hosted by The O'Debra Twins, who are also
dream bitches in their own rite. But who are THE Dream Bitches?
I see them sometimes in my thoughts. Yoko and The White girl in
the band are their names. I know very little about these two bitches.
I emailed them a few questions to answer for my review of their
performance but they never got back to me. Everyone is busy in NYC;
that's just the way it goes here. But this is what I do know. Yoko
went to camp somewhere. Both girls wear pretty argyle socks. There
are two of them. Yoko plays a nice guitar. I think it's a Gretsch.
I have wanted a Gretsch for some time, but I think they are too
expensive. They sung several delightful songs, but my favorite was
a song about Atlantic City - it was a lovely song.
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Our Favorite All - American
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These
two girls are not siblings. They might be good friends, though.
When I look at Yoko, I wonder why she has the same name as John
Lennon's Yoko. I wonder if someone named her after Yoko Ono, for
novel reasons, or if Yoko is a popular name in certain circles,
or the name of a beloved relative. I wonder where she grew up,
but I bet it was in New England somewhere. And I'm probably wrong.
I wonder how she got that snazzy guitar. Is she rich? Was it a
gift? I also think she is pretty, and I like the way she looks
all Asian but acts all
American. I also like her argyle socks. When I look the White
girl, I think she resembles my sister, Karly a little bit. She
also looks like a girl I went to art school with. I also think
it is odd that the two girls are in a band together and wonder
how it came to be. I hope to wrangle the story from them someday.
I wonder what is going on in her mind. "What is she thinking?"
I think. And how old was she when she got the diamond piercing
in the place of a "fake mole" above her lip? Is it covering
a real mole? What does it all mean? Will she hate me for writing
this? Will she think I'm being a cunt? I'm not trying to be, but
can't ever help from being mistaken for being one. Maybe that's
because I really, truly am one in real life. So that's about all
I know about the Dream Bitches. I like their songs. I especially
like the Atlantic City one. It's like a song I heard in music
class when I was six. It's like a TV show theme song I wanted
to learn all the words to when I was seven. It's like a bedtime
story that I wished my parents would read to me, and I feel like
maybe they even did once, but I can't exactly remember how it
goes. It's like the time I wished I'd had when I went to Atlantic
City. It's like a boy whose body I'd like to learn better. The
Dream Bitches are cute. Write them a letter that says "Hello."
But don't necessarily expect a reply. They are busy. That's kind
of just the way this city is.
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Dream bitches rock
in cute outfits and accessories! |
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