Very late eighties; they release a single so dynamic and sexy that half of my classmates go crazy and nearly miss the Velvet Revolution. After nine months, the album is released, too.
It's difficult to argue today if it was life-changing, yet in those days, I remember rushing to a local department store to get an LP, or rather a cassette as soon as it was out. It was chic. March 1990, children.
Almost ten years later, late nineties: Hey guys, don't you wanna see them in concert?, they're in Prague tomorrow!
Crazy as ever, twelve hours on a train, lots of weed, cheap booze and hash. Rock dungeons, Lennon wall, World Press Photo and no chance to get tickets for the gig. Got high and wasted instead. Hangover and another twelve hours on a train back as a bonus.
Twenty ten. The chick next to me was born pretty much the same time as the song that is stuck in my head. I know this one, she notes with her innocent smile, only to walk away a minute later to savour more culinary delights. As long as she's happy, I'm too.
Reach out and touch fate!
