Way Back Wednesday: The Bolshoi

Songs like "Lindy's Party" is what Way Back Wednesday is all about.  This song encapsulates everything I remember and loved about college.  It was the song that they played at the end of the night at the club I went to every Monday, Wednesday and Friday night (ok, Saturdays and Sundays too).  Everyone was dressed in some form of black (or randomly Laura Ashley), wearing Doc Martens and was way too cool for our own good.  We were a bunch of misfits thrown together, but we were kind of a club.  And, we had a lot of fun.  "Lindy's Party" was the song that everyone thought was about them.  The first bars of this song literally give me chills.  Not to be cliche, but it brings me back to a time that was so long ago, but seems just like yesterday.


"Cold Streets, grey town
Early morning, no one around
Let's steal milk from a closed door
We won't drink it
But that's not what we do it for
Walking around like a runaway kite
These are the days of eternal nights"

When "Lindy's Party" came on, that meant that the club was closing.  But the fun wasn't over.  It was just beginning; because there was probably a party somewhere on Columbia Drive.  You just needed to find a ride.  We'd all drive out of the city limits and buy beer.  Show up and dance, drink and listen to music until someone made us go home.  Usually, there was someone there you liked and were trying to hook up with.  Mine was named Steve.  God, he was a dick.


"Say you were laughing at something
When I saw you first time
Such a model, what an actress
I must confess
I never thought that you'd be who you are, do what you do now
Cold streets, grey town
It's bound to get or bring you down
Lindy's party...Lindy's party
We talk about Doharty
Lindy's party"


The real end of the night was probably somewhere closer to 6am.  You had club sludge all over the bottom of your clothes, you reeked of cigarette smoke and were marked with a giant "YES" stamp on your right hand.

"Hey you...Where you been lately
Nothing-ing around in stately style
Well your crew have changed
But they still hang on every word
They worship just the same
They worship just the same"

That club isn't there anymore.  The owner (who was a cranky old queen,but I loved him) passed away and the bar fell into the wrong hands.  I will never forget all of the times I had there, all of the friends I met and how much it all meant to me.


"Now you tell me I don't live in the real world
Say I will never understand
Well your hair's still red
You still got the same hands
Who told you you were a country girl
Who told you you were a country girl
Well I know who it was
Say why do you look like you're in pain
Why have your hands become how strange
Cold streets, grey town
It's bound to get or bring you down
But I remember the way you used to use your eyes
I remember your eyes and your thighs and
The jet black tights you wore underneath your long blue shirt
You bought secondhand to keep you dry on rainy nights
So who told you you were a country girl
Who told you you were a country girl
Star-crossed lovers headed for disaster
You took a lifetime on the morning after
Lindy's party...Lindy's party
We talk about Doharty
Lindy's party
Lindy's party...Lindy's party
We talk about Doharty
Lindy's party
Lindy's party"