![]() ![]() Here’s a few interesting notes about “Superstar”: A sweet and touching ballad for sure, but way more pop sounding – “Easy Listening” as the category was referred to back then – than real rock-n-roll. Give it three more listens and suddenly Karen’s vocals sounded…well…more like a Carpenters record. ![]() And while Bonnie’s vocal starts out strikingly similar to Karen’s, it quickly morphs into a delightfully soulful “Stax Records” sounding, blues-infused confession of longing love. The Carpenters version was so ingrained in my head, it felt like D&B’s version was the cover. Having become so accustomed to the Carpenters version – which was a huge hit – listening to Bonnie’s original was a rare treat. ![]() Fortunately, I was working in a record store by that time, so I was able to simply pop the wrapper and find out for sure that it was. It wasn’t until many years later, long after becoming familiar with Delaney & Bonnie via their hit singles “Never Ending Song Of Love” and “Only You Know And I Know”, that I found “Groupie (Superstar)” tucked away on an album sandwiched between “Comin’ Home” and “Country Life”. Like most kids back then – glued to Top 40 radio – my first intro to the song came from the Carpenters cover in 1971, with Karen Carpenter’s rich, pure contralto voice pouring out of the speakers. Listening to the original version of the song – it was the B side of Delaney & Bonnie’s 1969 single “Comin’ Home” – gives one the impression that Bonnie had some firsthand knowledge of this kind of feeling. This was real – the girl next door kind of real. But these were not the women that a young Bonnie Bramlett was writing and singing about in “Superstar” – a song with the working title “Groupie”. In the heady and wild, early days of what we now know as classic rock-n-roll, women like Bebe Buell, Bianca Jagger, Pamela Des Barres, and Anita Pallenberg brought fame to the term “groupie”. The Bible tells us that He will heal us of such pain, but trying to tell that to those so afflicted with this particular brand of longing, is like telling an orphaned child that he’ll get over the fact his mother left him and said she would be back, but really will never return.Īnd I can hardly wait to be with you again And wallowing in such heartache, even in this self deceit is found such sweet anguish. Feeling it so strongly and knowing it will never, ever really be returned. You said you’d be coming back this way again babyĪnd there’s no hurt on earth like the pain of unrequited love. Before there was ever a name or term for those girls so madly in love with the boys in the band, the inevitable attraction simply was.ĭon’t you remember, you told me you loved me baby? And the nomadic lifestyles and aloof personalities that often accompany the young men that play that six stringed bandit just add fuel to the fires burning within their hearts. It’s a solid fact since the days of the Hillbilly Cat – and probably way before that – girls have always fallen hard for the boys with guitars. Your guitar, it sounds so sweet and clearīut it’s just the radio and you’re not really here I fell in love with you, before the second show He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. ![]()
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