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About Me

"These kids have been listening to 'real music' and you're gonna wish you had been too. Swaying, Sarianna's voice drips with ironic disdain. The stark cabaret, the lazy waltz, the pointed pop spectacle of confession. Sean Spada's classic keys add an elegant air. Resigned youth getting screwed." --Ilya Malinsky, rock critic & guitarist for Jeremy Jay
"Ah'm waging a one-woman war on musical monotony w/ MUSICAL MONOTONY AS MY SECRET WEAPON." --Sarianna Sabbarese
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As a young boy back east in preparatory school my life was a simple thing. All I required of the future was that it find me young, hip, elite, white and free. My income was guaranteed, my ambitions were modest. My aspirations were negligible, my independence financial. My trends ran at least one step ahead of John Q. Public's trends. I reveled in my smugness with Carley and Marlon. Me and Andy. Bianca and me. My mantle boasted valentines from more than one princess. My party invite cards were negotiable bonds at the offices of Interview magazine. Where some kids had yo-yos I had the world on a string. I talked the whole setup over with one of my younger classmates. As alumni we would be heirs to the economy.
"John-John," I said, "everything is ours."
"I'm hip," he said.
"I'm hip," I said.
We were strolling the campus grounds at the time, arm in arm with ourselves and the autumn breeze, admiring each other's sweaters and loafers when we stopped stricken in our freshly laundered tracks. Our topic of conversation dropped dead. The balmy breeze went chill. It was as if the wrath of God had blotted out the sun, our sun.
"Pray tell," quoth John-John betraying apparent discomfort, "from whence doth emanate such infernal racket?" John-John looked bad and fading fast. "It, it's abominable." He gasped on his knees. "That sound, it's too disoriented-making."
He was absolutely right. The entire commons was a shambles. Across the way young Rockefeller stumbled over his own Guccis. The duPont twins grappled at one another trying to stay on their feet. One of the Shriver chumps walked directly into them and all three tumbled to the ground, a knotted tangle of designer-clad arms and legs. Mr. Capote, on campus for a series of lectures on The Refinement of Narcissism, ran in a circle screaming, clawing at his ears with both hands. He howled. "The sky is falling!" The air beat with the sound of calamity. Clouds shuddered. I thought I saw the sound pulsating. Mr. Capote screeched like a banshee. "Turn off that music!"
I was shocked. The sound actually was music. I had thought it was a new type of disaster siren. But it was music, undeniably. It had beats and tempos and a singer mixed in with the din. The singer's voice was raw sex, too real and sultry to be withstood.
"John-John," I said, "get up. The bomb's not falling."
"Prove it," he said.
"Wipe yourself and come with me."
The noise cascaded from a window of the campus cathedral, the Eyesore we called it. I steadied myself under the barrage of sound and strode toward the reverberating Eyesore. John-John followed sheerly out of fear. He didn't want to be left alone. The commons was under the music's spell. Things were getting nasty out there. That Vanderbilt boy shed his clothes and chased the Dylan kid up a tree. As we reached the Eyesore's door I glanced back and saw one of the young Colgates join Vanderbilt barking at the foot of the tree. Dylan was howling. Pontiac lurched by, lifting his leg at the tree and Chrysler slunk forth to sniff at his pee. I shoved John-John through the door. He dragged me in after him.
The cathedral was rocking. The floors were quaking. The walls whipped back and forth and the ceilings shook. The joint was jumping.
"This place is possessed," I said unawares.
"I'm hip," said John-John.
"I'm hip," said I. We both turned whiter. We forged ahead. We started at the bottom of the belltower stairs. I didn't think we'd make it. It was a new feeling for me.
"You look destitute," said John-John.
"I'm hip," I said, trying to shout over the music's blare. We worked our way up the pounding stairs. All around us the onslaught wailed. Each step was a lifetime of what they call manual labor.
"Why do we go on?" said John-John.
"To get to the beat. We got to get to the origin of the beat." We pressed onward. At the brink of exhaustion the beat got to us. We succumbed to hysteria. We looked at each other with manic eyes. I lunged for his throat, he stabbed at my eyes. We each lost our footing and fell. We rolled down stair after stair helpless to curb our head over heel descent. We took three flights of bumps and landed with a thud in the cellar. The cellar was teeming, alive with sound. It beat us to our feet. The din was incredible. Through it we heard actual words.
" ALL MY IDOLS ARE ENORMOUS ." the voice boomed and slunk off slabs of cement wall, rocking us on our heels.
" COME FOR THE WEEK. YOU CAN SLEEP IN MY BED ."
John-John clutched his side, pierced and deflating. He was orgasming over and over again. Soon he would start ejaculating blood.
"It's only a record," I said, spying a tiny stereo in a corner. The stereo was tended by the school malcontent, a young man of suspect origin whose name no one had ever bothered to catch. We'd assumed he was a Fonda and promptly disregarded him as such. His taste in music proved we'd underestimated him.
" UGLY OR UNGLUED SMATTERINGS OF RECOLLECTION. IF THEY'RE SILENCED, STAY SUBDUED ."
I stormed the stereo.
" SOMETIMES GRUDGES HOLD THEMSELVES ."
I dived and tackled the stereo. I ripped at its cord and strangled the thing into silence. Time stood stupified for a while. John-John was sweating, his blood and semen collecting in a pool at the bottom of his pants-leg. Now slowing to a drip-drip-drip. It gave me the chills. The school malcontent picked up his recording and walked out leaving questions and doubt in our minds.
"What was that noise all about?" asked John-John.
"We're not hip," I said.
--R. Allan Macarel Esq.
IF YOU LIKE WHAT YOU HEAR, PLEASE CONSIDER BUYING TH FULL-LENGTH ALBUM. EACH SPECIMEN IS LOVINGLY HANDMADE & COSTS ONLY TEN DOLLARS (INCLUDING TH SHIPPING).
THAT'S CHEAPER THAN A MOVIE, MOST SHOWS, A NEW PAIR OF PANTS, OR ANY BOOZE WORTH DRINKING. SATISFACTION, WHILE NOT GUARANTEED, IS HIGHLY RECOMMENDED.
I LOVE YOU.

My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 9/21/2003
Band Website: hi5haircut.livejournal.com/
Band Members: TH SWELL ARE:

Sarianna Sabbarese
a.k.a. BONNIE CLYDE
vox, keys, accordion, tambourine, ham-fisted guitar, drum machines, original songs

Sean Spada
a.k.a. PETER PANIC!
keys, vox, percussion, production

Donny Pierro
a.k.a. CHIEF INSPECTOR KICKBACK
bass, guitar, vox

Rob May
a.k.a. BOWIE LEGSINGTON
guitar, vox

Nate Moore
a.k.a. MR. FAHRENHEIT
rythms

Influences: : MARCOS VALLE, th sonics, moacir santos, NICKI ROSE, rodd keith, love, danielle dax, WANDA JACKSON, georgia anne muldrow, th zombies, VON SUDENFED, th billy nayer show, leonard cohen, GORAN BREGOVIC, bugotak, fleur, damiÃ£o experienÃ§a, BIG attack!, dread fabrik, absu, BLACK RANDY & TH METROSQUAD, tom waits, th bruthers, screamin' jay hawkins, big black, PRINCE, toots, nancy sinatra / lee hazelwood, th coup, ashra, ash ra tempel, DAVID PEEL & TH LOWER EAST SIDE, th slits, robert wyatt, billy bragg, loudon wainwright III, AS MERCENARIAS, josefus, amy winehouse, th ran-dells, bob dylan, X, mastodon, BRIGITTE FONTAINE ET ARESKI, gorguts, camp lo, howlin' wolf, jonathan richman, bobby bare, GHOST, scott walker, jacula, richard pinhas, 13th floor elevators, th golinski brothers, butthole surfers, MAHMOUD AHMED, anaal nathrakh, can, KEVIN COYNE, th jesus and mary chain, JAN TERRI, jannick top, keak da sneak, betty harris, GOBLIN, th dixie cups, adrian & th sunsets, andrew w.k., ace cannon (tuff sax), ALICE DONUT, jannick top, th ex, gÃ©tatchÃ¨w mÃ¨kurya, rev. gary davis, EUGENE MCDANIELS, r. stevie moore, CHROME, sir lord baltimore, gogol bordello, JACQUES BREL, junior murvin, bobby babylon, pauline murray & th invisible girls, DESMOND DEKKER, hasil adkins, TH HOMOSEXUALS, muslimgauze, PiL, victoria spivey, accursed dawn, BUNNY BRAINS, marvin rainwater, amon dÃ¼Ã¼l (& II), deutsch amerikanische freundschaft, THOR, bande do role, fellini, birdy nam nam, TH MURDER CITY DEVILS, bush tetras, bikram ghosh, blanche, LIZZY MERCIER DESCLOUX, family fodder, gary higgins, les georges leningrad, jean-jacques perrey, harry nilsson, henry cow, TH BONZO DOG BAND, beausoleil, th flying luttenbachers, agitation free, cal tjader, burning spear, d-styles, daler mehndi, DESPERATE BICYCLES, aksak maboul, ali farka toure, TH HEPTONES, meic stevens, big boy pete, REIKO KUDO, jacques dutronc, maher shalal hash baz, dead c, fela kuti, th dictators, dead boys, th clean, TH GREAT UNWASHED, david kilgour, chainsaw masturbation, diplo, pezband, cassetteboy, MY LITTLE AIRPORT, th cavedogs, babaloo!, nasty facts, stiff little fingers, th queers, paternoster, john hartford, john prine, th smirks, ramblin' jack elliot, alice bag / th bags, popol vuh, SLY & TH FAMILY STONE, vzydoq moe, bruce haack, afrika bambaataa, richard hell, elton motello, WU-TANG & various solo projects, chico buarque, bolt thrower, ennio morricone, th deadbeats, jorge ben, os brazÃµes, NOMEANSNO, th apryl fool, jonathan fire-eater, JUSTIN HEATHCLIFF, prince, half japanese, ian dury & th blockheads, my bloody valentine, cerberus shoal, th sun city girls, bobbie gentry, CLARA ROCKMORE, mulatu astaqÃ©, zyx, th adicts, television personalities, tom lehrer, big star, (i,) brute force, ramsey kearney, TOWNES VAN ZANDT, grief, thee headcoatees, buck owens, ZEKE, woody guthrie, anandji & kalyanji shah, tom t. hall, th beau brummels, th legendary stardust cowboy, christbait, ultramagnetic MCs, ? & th mysterians, YURA YURA TEIKOKU (anglophiliac myspace doesn't like Japanese characters), yÃ¶, th would-be-goods, th action, th cryan shames, th gangsters, polyrock, th kicksouls, WIMPLE WINCH, th len bright combo, th troggs, THEM, th ink spots, PALE SAINTS, akira s & garotas que erraram, jah lion, GAL COSTA, captain beefheart, in flames, gang 90 & as absurdettes, YMA SUMAC, th would-be-goods, th nerves, ellie greenwich, syd barrett, mekons, deicide, zounds, roger miller, deerhoof, 999, DEMILICH, dr. octagon, th gun club, mecca normal, FRANCES FAYE, th cannanes, th sugarplastic, OL' DIRTY BASTARD, beat happening, count five, lightnin' hopkins, T. REX, th troggs, SHUGGIE OTIS, th fall, pere ubu, rocket from th tombs, peter laughner, patsy cline, faust, JOHN FAHEY, joe meek, morton gould, th dils, th fabulettes, ALEXANDER 'SKIP' SPENCE, pastor troy, th carter family, th legendary pink dots, skip james, telex, suede, this mortal coil, konk, motÃ¶rhead, OS MUTANTES, th kodaks, th teenchords, SOLTERO, beck, th beach boys, merrell fankhauser, SEAN SPADA, royal trux, serious drinking, TH JAZZ BUTCHER CONSPIRACY, florence foster jenkins, gravediggaz, KLEENEX/LILLIPUT, turbonegro, sister gertrude morgan, song-poems, th space lady, devo, th pogues, ANNETTE PEACOCK, robert johnson, th replacements, dufus, HOLY MODAL ROUNDERS, th fugs, arthur russell, nick cave, minnie riperton, motherfucking BORIS, margo guryan, margareta pÃ®slaru... or sneak a peek @ MyScrobbler:

: jaime hernandez, gilbert hernandez, alan moore, brian michael bendis, chris ware, neil gaiman, daniel clowes, dave cooper, garth ennis, steve dillon, adrian tomine, harvey pekar, robert crumb, david b., david lloyd, charles burns, ivan brunetti, edward gorey, will eisner, jorge luis borges, jean genet, milan kundera, annie proulx, sam shepard, gabriel garcia marquez, franz kafka, haruki murakami, hunter s. thompson, philip k. dick, mikhail bulgakov, martin amis, samuel beckett, james joyce, william butler yeats, fyodor dostoyevsky, william faulkner, albert camus, vladamir nobokov, peter esterhazy, louis ferdinand celine, h.g. wells, arthur rimbaud, tony kushner, charles baudelaire, nicolai gogol, friedrich nietzsche, st. augustine, sophocles, lucretius, immanuel kant, plato, aristotle, jean-paul sartre

MYSPACE: A SUMMARY

Sounds Like: TH FUTURE.
Record Label: Briarose Records, Screwtapes Ltd.
Type of Label: Indie

My Blog

Heart=Broken

anybody who accuses anybody else of breaking their heart is lying. they're avenging an emotional death. we've all said/thought it! we've been led to believe that's what happens!but just as some men...
Posted by Sarianna on Fri, 13 Jun 2008 12:32:00 PST

BEST VIDEOS SO FAR!!

this first vid was taken by one of Willpilot’s faithful ladyfriends (of which they have many, & for good reason!) @ our last show @ Cousin Larry’s: ah’m submitting it for yr...
Posted by Sarianna on Wed, 02 Apr 2008 01:21:00 PST

awesome awesome AWESOME

some folks have evil doppelgangers; fleshy devils that haunt 'em... 'specially in th comics that are so REAL to me. & apparently, ah'm just as awesome as they are! 'cuz i've got a GROOVY do...
Posted by Sarianna on Mon, 17 Dec 2007 10:42:00 PST

new video (looks dark, sounds great!)

courtesy of 6-seven....
Posted by Sarianna on Sun, 02 Dec 2007 09:06:00 PST

th darkest unformed madlands

we had an exceptional show last weekend. th music we made sounded like Th Future. i hope ye who frequent this site all drag yrselves out @ some point & see what we're cooking up, 'cause it's got a h...
Posted by Sarianna on Wed, 05 Sep 2007 01:24:00 PST

job hunting = faggotry

so music ain't cutting it; i need more $$$ so i've been applying all over town for shit ah'm over-qualified for hoping that means ah'll get picked up somewheres real fast. i'll have more to say about...
Posted by Sarianna on Wed, 15 Aug 2007 08:38:00 PST

some reviews-ish/ TOUR???

TODAY IS GONNA BE OURS!

update: Th Swell & Dan Pacuk (bass) have unceremoniously parted ways. th rest of us recently made th decision to take on Donny Pierro, a friend & staple of th Danbury music community, in his stead. ...
Posted by Sarianna on Mon, 06 Aug 2007 01:11:00 PST

& here i had my cursor hovering over th 'Mark as Spam' button

a certain Steve was kind enough to take some vids of our show @ Th Monkey Bar last week, & put them up on th interweb: there's a second one as well, but i can't figure out how to embed myspac...
Posted by Sarianna on Tue, 10 Jul 2007 08:02:00 PST

come hither: Th Id Parade

hey, all.i put up a couple new songs. "Fictitious" is an oldie but goodie; it's from th days when i couldn't hold a tune properly (but my voice had character. right, guys? GUYS?!), but it's still a...
Posted by Sarianna on Fri, 15 Jun 2007 01:24:00 PST