with my own bloodstains on the wall

The Caulfield Sisters played at the Mercury Lounge last night. I wasn't there (this not living anywhere near NYC thing has become a *serious* impediment). But I did have a cool dream about the Sisters the night before.

They were playing in some sort of hulking government building in Manhattan (like maybe a water utility administration office complex near Grand Central Station), all soot-stained concrete and dingy linoleum. Ted Nugent was opening for them. The Sisters began playing in a corridor but then moved the show without warning from room to room, an office here or an auditorium there. The idea was that folks who had the patience to wait for the next segment, or the cleverness to figure out what was going on, would be rewarded with a longer concert.

Cindy was wearing some sort of enormous, accordion-shaped apparatus on her back, kind of like those satellite-news backpacks that Al Franken used to wear on "Saturday Night Live," or maybe like one of the Ghostbusters. At one point she was sitting in the audience, playing and singing, while her sounds were beamed wirelessly so that they seemed to be emanating from a random woman from the audience who was lip-syncing on stage.

After the show, a different woman began hitting on Cindy mercilessly, but she ducked down a corridor and escaped out the back of the building.

So I wonder: Was the Mercury Lounge show AT ALL like that?

P.S.: The rumors are true! A Caulfield Sisters 7-inch will be forthcoming, the label says. No announcement yet what's on it, but can there be any doubt that "Phoebe's Song" will be the A-side? For the B, I'd vote for "Dumbfound You" but wouldn't be at all surprised by "Fine."