Itâ€™s funny, the memories music trigger.
I used to tag along with my dad when he went to pick up takeout. The best was going down to Napoliâ€™s to get a pizza, because Iâ€™d get to choose a song or two on the jukebox.
There were two tunes Iâ€™d play over and over, Yellow Submarine, and Mary Hopkinâ€™s Those Were the Days.
Iâ€™d slide up on a stool at the bar next to my father, stare at the bouncing lights on the Miller High Life sign, and sip a Coke while my father had a grown-up drink. While we waited, Iâ€™d imagine I was actually in the song:
Once upon a time there was a tavern
Where we used to raise a glass or two
Remember how we laughed away the hours
And dreamed of all the great things we would do
Iâ€™d forgotten about it until listening to Gogol Bordelloâ€™s Start Wearing Purple. Both share the same gypsy roots, and while they couldnâ€™t be more different, they really are oddly alike.
Ladies and gentlemen, now for the strange part: