“This isn't so much my jam of this week as a jam from the past.
In the Summer of 1996 (I actually wasn't sure exactly which year it was, but I've just confirmed that it was 1996 by checking when it was that Ravanelli scored a hat-trick on the opening day of the season, because I remember that happening), I went on holiday to northern France with a few schoolfriends. We stayed in a cottage, got baguettes and cheese each morning (there was one bike, so there was a rota of who had to get up to cycle to the boulangerie), drank beer out of tiny bottles, and basically behaved like 17 year old boys.
The holiday was sound-tracked by the French radio station NRG, and in particular by this song, which seemed to come up in their rotation about once an hour. I couldn't tell you any of the other songs they played. But this one is terribly evocative of that short holiday.”
This isn't so much my jam of this week as a jam from the past.
In the Summer of 1996 (I actually wasn't sure exactly which year it was, but I've just confirmed that it was 1996 by checking when it was that Ravanelli scored a hat-trick on the opening day of the season, because I remember that happening), I went on holiday to northern France with a few schoolfriends. We stayed in a cottage, got baguettes and cheese each morning (there was one bike, so there was a rota of who had to get up to cycle to the boulangerie), drank beer out of tiny bottles, and basically behaved like 17 year old boys.
The holiday was sound-tracked by the French radio station NRG, and in particular by this song, which seemed to come up in their rotation about once an hour. I couldn't tell you any of the other songs they played. But this one is terribly evocative of that short holiday.