Did I ever mention that I used to have a crush on Yasmine Hamdan? No? Never?!
Well, I was in my teens when Yasmine’s career was hugging a Saturn V Space Shuttle and breaking the sound barrier on its way to stardom. Her voice tainted Beirut’s indie scene at the break of the new millennium while her band “Soap Kills” (formed alongside Zeid Hamdan) was shaping up the trip hop – electro pop – jaw drop music movement.
The first time I saw Yasmine perform Live was at Circus (Kids’ note: Before Skybar there was Crystal in Monot. Before Crystal there was Circus. Before Circus, you weren’t born yet)
That night I came back home broke my piggy bank and planned to buy a wedding ring. Being broke, adolescent and idiot, Reality came into my parent’s house and dropped me a note under my room’s door which said: “Dude, you need to chill”. But I wasn’t labeled as a penniless idiot adolescent for nothing. So the next day I intended to write her a love poem. At this point, Reality had enough of my bullshit and decided to personally knock on my door, slap me in the face and order me to fucking study for my final exams. (Which I did) Continue reading