Well first of all congratulations and good year ahead, and then go with a song of those that can be put over and over again without making heavy, or at least I think so. The truth I have to say that I'm rather small Anglo-Saxon groups, I am not a faithful follower or superfan of either, or at least compared to here. But generally regularly hear songs in English, groups or soloists Anglo-Americans and others. French music pulls me also, maybe more, and the Japanese say that a couple of small groups for those who feel weak and I hope to here soon.
Returning to the track in question, was having dinner with my family on Christmas Eve when my brother Sergio and I got to talking and I do not remember exactly how we got to that point, suddenly just telling a story about those of "youth" then I counted to 21, a time when there was still no no internet or mobile phones, flip flip!. Then worked in a pizzeria, and had just purchased my first car a few months. Total who stayed with Jose at the show the people of his newfound girlfriend, now wife. The place in question is Villanueva del Trabuco, Malaga Province, about 45 kms from the capital. To situate at all, ran in September 1994.
finish work at about 1:30 am and I stood Panda there with my new blue. It was a night of such great and supersano you remember for a lifetime. Supermaja a group of people, whom he knew since the last fair of Malaga just a great turnout, released from heifers at 8 am and a good breakfast of churros eaten newsprint dumped in a portal. I left there at about 11 am, completely sober but tired. Both that first went to Granada and after turn spent the rest of the way without shirts, with the windows open fully and belt out songs from "Heroes" to stay awake. No more incidents that I skipped a red light, I came home at 13h past. How I slept, jajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajaja!
For me, the highlight of the evening was the typical orchestra versions pachanguera who plays nonstop. But this, yes sir, sounded print. A sequined blue curtain background, a large group of very professional musicians, brass section, keyboards, the righteous, good vocals and voices, in general, and especially a guitarist color, and somewhat chubby and fifties, who sang beautifully, to James Brown, and played guitar print.
And I remember perfectly how, after many encores we asked insistently over 500 people that we filled the room, closed the show with this theme, that man played and sang as God. Every time I hear it, since that day, I come to mind then, how well we had while the orange dawn sky behind the mountains, and how well they spent the night. I hope you enjoy it now. Mr. Mark Knopfler and his band, the "Dire Straits", with a theme of those who always like, "Money for Nothing."
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