For here running the late eighties / early nineties (God, how over time), and the young karcomilla, jeans stuck, tight pants, great toupee in the wind wrought-based hair gel, hairspray and high-dose hair gel (the excess is paid), was headed with a group of colleagues to Pedregosa Pedregalejo, fishing district of Malaga and then center of the youth, like nearly every Saturday, to take a birritas and hear some music . That time. The time limit arrival, the 22 30h, but there was always the unexpected characteristic that made you a bit you late ...
The highlight of the night was that bar, the Sidecar, with three or four steps down to the entrance, the bar to the left, a square room about 80 to 100 square meters, always crowded during rush hour , at about 21pm. I remember once, out of curiosity, we advance the arrival and the gap that we saw then was thrilled by new and large (filled in a little while, but at least I saw the color of the soil). The location, strangely enough continues on the same site, closed since you know when to go, and the rest of the alley has undergone so many transformations that it is now even a street. Very recently
I took my daughter almost opposite, where they have assembled, with considerable success by the way, a fleet of these for birthdays, but not one anyone is underground like a forest where about 20 children spend the afternoon listening to stories and receiving the light of these magical beings that all children make them drool. And parked near and on the way storytelling magic to pass right next to the old joint. And I felt good to remember those shots at 25 and 50 pesetas, those beers in plastic cups and that music, what time, only English music, the kind that made you dance all night, rock and pop's good, that's almost no longer made. And on all groups in that den liked one in particular, Dinamita pa los Pollos, and a song about all, "Gang" with "Moonlight" and that "Mechanical Bull". And that I'm not easy to dance. I was very happy to remember, and I feel like right now, those moments of almost innocent youth spent in the Sidecar. Perhaps
because of that incident have returned to put the cd with all his discography in the car radio. And guess what? My daughter loves "The King of Tractor." Other times, other tastes. A greeting in this return.
My daughter also likes to Billy Joe, and I also put it on.
