Turn down the lights, turn down the bed. Turn down these voices inside my head. Lay down with me, tell me no lies. Just hold me close, don't patronize. Don't patronize me.

Cause I can't make you love me if you don't. You can't make your heart feel Something it won't. Here in the dark, In these final hours I will lay down my heart And I'll feel the power But you won't, No you won't. Cause I can't make you love me, If you don't.

I'll close my eyes, then I won't see. The love you don't feel when you're holding me. Morning will come and I'll do what's right. Just give me till then to give up this fight. And I will give up this fight...

Cause I can't make you love me if you don't. You can't make your heart feel Something it won't. Here in the dark, in these final hours. I will lay down my heart And I'll feel the power. But you won't, No you won't.

Cause I can't make you love me, If you don't.

Rock ’n’ roll is like a drug. I don’t take very much rock ’n’ roll, but when I do rock ’n’ roll, I fuckin’ do it. But I don’t want to do it all the time ’cause it’ll kill me. When you’re singing and playing rock ’n’ roll, you’re on the leading edge of yourself. You’re tryin’ to vibrate, tryin’ to make something happen. It’s like there’s somethin’ alive and exposed.

—Neil Young

So I went again this Friday evening to get a fix of music. Even though it wasn't rock and roll but hip hop as interpreted by Wyclef Jean of the "Fugees' fame. I got there quite late, because I was sorta kept debating on to go or not to go. This mainly sometimes, as on the other Friday night when Soul Asylum played, music drives me crazy and over the edge. Sort of blows away carpaces and leaves everything exposed and raw.

But I am glad I did because sometimes, one has to drink bitter medicene to get better. The first band to begin the evening was Robert Bradley's Blackwater Suprise. Robert is a blind man who really can sing. So while there were no historincs, he came on stage, said little and sang a lot. Nice lyrics with easy sing along refrains and a good mix of soul, blues and rock and roll. I as usual was at the railing, absorbing the stuff as quickly as it was being put out.

After this there was the usual large break for the stage setting during which time I did some people watching. First there was a large and ever present section of suburban teenagers: boys in need of haircuts and girls in need of some clothes, all desperately trying to have a good time in a large herd like setting. It's not hard to read emptiness on some of their faces. And then since the bill was for hip hop, there was also a section of black folk around me. There was a mom who was standing next to me with her two little daugthers at whom I made funny faces at.

After a while the music began when a DJ started spinning some hip hop grooves. He was pretty good with the turntables doing some interesting things with them. And after a while WJ came on stage singing Marley's "No woman no cry", always a good way to begin a concert. WJ's music was much about getting chummy with the crowd(which he did very well) and less about playing some serious music (can't say he played much of that). But it was enjoyable in that "jumping up and down, a trip to an amusement park" way.

Anyway let see what the season still holds.