(*Via sensory memory only. Certain terms and conditions may apply.)
In Europe, they like to pick one song and play it over and over and over. That song, and only that song.
I was there summer of ’86 – after 11th grade – and this was that song. They could not get enough of it. If by some chance you were in Europe then too, hearing “Live Is Life” will make you feel like you’re right back there : strolling through quaint medieval towns, sitting in street cafes, and shooing away street mimes. Or maybe hanging in the discotheque and consuming enough gin to kill Babar. But, most of all, it’ll remind you of going bananas from hearing that song.
As for the video: apparently those thugs are supposed to be “proto-punks.” I’d call them something else. You tell me.
Did I mention I went to Europe in ‘85, too? Before you call me a lucky brat: I was there volunteering. Volunteering to let my parents send me to Spain. OK, so I was a lucky brat.
The two big songs of that summer were a politically incorrect merengue tune called “Mami El Negro,” and the almost incomparably ’80s single below, Tarzan Boy. It brings back memories of eating rabbit that I thought was chicken.
The video is so poor-man’s A-ha.
Wherever you spent your summers during high school, I bet you have some good memory-trigger songs. Share them in the comments section, I love those stories.
