Lately I've observed a pattern: older cabbies from Easter Europe tend to have a soft spot for classical music. The same one who lectured me on the need to *literally* whip your children's ass was tuned in on the New York Times' classical station and we rather poetically conversed about Rostropovich and the sound of the cello.
Last night, on my way to Happy Endings, I was lucky enough to get a cab with an excellent sound system and a quite passionate driver. He was listening to one of those Oldies but Goodies stations. When Phil Collins "Sussudio" came on he started leaning towards the speakers, inch by inch, until he was almost completely slouching in his seat and I coulnd't see his cap anymore.
o-oh.
I mean, I wasn't even scared the whole scene was too funny. "Turn it up, it really doesn't bother me" (you know I meant it) I said and - head bobbing in sync - we started reminiscing back and forth about the time in our lives when that song was new. He said "those were the best days of my life" and as if summoned ta-da! Brian Adams was on with "Summer of '69" followed by all time fav "Take me home tonight".
So, my point is: next time you're on a cab, pay attention (Haitians seem to love African percussion and ... salsa!). Unless it's some old sketchy guy who starts talking about whipping asses... no, wait I fraternized with him too. Ok, well, be careful but let the music carry you.
I was rewarded: got at HE and they were playing Scissor Sisters' awesome rendition of "Comfortably numb".
One last thing: I've been to HE a few times yet I haven't figured it out: I mean, what kind of place is that, is it a teen-on-the-loose joint or a Village People sanctuary, I don't get it: for instance last night every table was adorned with a nice framed picture... our table had a photo of a naked woman, on all fours, Brasilian waxed, shot from behind, upCLOOOOOSE.
Nice.
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