Hi, Franz Ferdinand? Its the Clash. Yeah, baby, how you doin? Thats good, thats good. Well, baby, lets get down to the point. Ive been feelin you, and I know youve been feelin me, so how bout tonight we get together. First, Ill take you out for a sumptuous meal and plentiful libations, then Im gonna lay you down by the fire and make sweet, sweet love to you all night long. Thats right, there will be a little feedback, and Im goin rub that feedback alllllllllllll over, then Ill throw in a sweet solo. Recognize it? Its a lil somethin I borrowed from the Strokes. Not implyin youve been around, baby, that aint the case. Youre fresh baby, so fresh. . . . Nine months later, 1990s insatiably catchy single Youre Suppose to Be My Friend is born. It goes on to sell beer, cars, and iPods for the next century. The Pharmacy open.
Listen to a sample of 1990's "You're Supposed to Be My Friend."
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Sun., Nov. 4, 7 p.m., 2007