In 1984 I had a college internship in Washington, D.C.
After work, the bus used to pass in front of the East Lawn of the White House, and there was one night on hearing this song for the first time and looking out the window I had a DC “peak experience.” Just a moment of perfection. Around the part of the song that Pat comes in after the major break. I had my walkman on, which was not a usual thing at that time. Yeah, passing the White House, listening to this at about 7 PM, finishing a post work beer.
This song for whatever reason – I think it’s Nana’s Brazilian percussion – reminds me of the basic Chicago sound I grew up in during the 1960s. It was not music from rock music. Rather, it was Debussy, Bach, Beethoven, Mozart when my Dad studied then Beatles and Burt Bacharach when my dad went back to the hospital in Chicago to learn to be a surgeon.
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