I was flipping through last week’s Dig (mostly on Ezra’s recommendation some time ago; I’d never actually picked it up before) on the train this evening, and I saw a record review of the latest album by Dopo Yume. “Dopo Yume, Dopo Yume . . . now I know it’s not Urusei Yatsura, right? Why do I know that name?” A couple of hours later, I faintly remembered being obsessed with the band — I recollected hearing a cassette of theirs and wanting, nay needing, to find a copy of it for my own. The fact that Sean Lennon and his Cibo Matto chick were involved didn’t help jog my neurons, but I do know that I badgered Kevin about whether he knew of the band and if he could hook me up somehow.
Question is: did I see them live? Did someone play me the cassette that keeps nagging at my memory? Why was I so enamored of them? Should I buy up their albums and EPs thus far and see if anything sounds familiar? Is this what it feels like to grow old?