I have been a fan of Tegan and Sara for five years.
Here’s a post of me in hopes that I someday would not echo the ending of Bona, a film that starred Nora Aunor. There’s no Beatrice, or perhaps there are two Beatrices, waiting for the reinvented Dante at the end of the Divina Comedia. Everything else today is subject to reinterpretation.
It all began years ago, when I was a Junior in highschool. I had been reeling from the fact that Avril Lavigne had gone completely in another direction, the poppier route, further from what I had envisioned in my childhood as the punk ideal, or what I had patterned for myself as such.
As I was listening to the now defunct FM radio station, NU107.5, I was looking for anyone who screamed enough for me to care. Then a lady came on screaming, which was something not surprising for a station like NU. Yet there was something different about this lady screaming on the radio.
I’m coming around! Nobody likes to but I, really like to cry!
For a teenager, everything made sense. Was it because of the angst in her voice, her lines or the way she sang/screamed CRY? It didn’t matter to me. I had managed to listen to half of the song, and soon I had put the lines in my head and looked them up on google.
The song was The Con by Tegan and Sara.
The Con. Ok. Then I thought of all the words that involved the word the con. Con-men. Con-gressmen. Con Carne. Con-vert. I loved the wordplay but soon had to let it go.
Tegan and Sara.
What’s in a name?
Being one with a limited attention span, I soon got swamped in the pursuit of other things, schoolwork and what was left of my already small social life. I hated highschool with a passion, to get out of the hell hole. A silent girl was mistaken for a girl on the edge of a cliff, one who is suicidal and then she is given friends for life support.
The next time I hear the name Tegan and Sara, I was listening to another station, Jam 88.3.
I’m not unfaithful but I’ll stray.
A kid can be reminded of so many things and loyalty could be as close to a lecture or sticky note on an aging refrigerator or the pages of a yet to be dealt with reading.
The voice was different this time, it was high-pitched and still, screaming though. Then I found out that they were twins. And they sing.
Loyalty would soon be a matter of whose Quin do you refer, Tegan or Sara, Sara or Tegan?
Years onward Back in Your Head would be something I’d harken to after I meet them as a 19 year old timid undergrad and her oddly matched shoulder bag, Tegan and Sara CDs and her fan shirt.
At this moment in my life in highschool, I had just cut my hair, one that once crept onto my back the way seaweed would wash onto the shore. I had asked the hair-cutter to unknowingly give me a mullet.
Call It Off was on Channel [V] the other day and one of the first set of questions a noob would ask is “How can you tell Tegan from Sara?”