I am a deeply nostalgic person. I think that’s probably clear by the way I write about music and the music I write about.
A few weeks ago, at Bar Mario in Red Hook, something happened to me that has never happened before. Like that scene in Ratatouille, I had a bite of pasta that reminded me so vividly and unexpectedly of my childhood that I started to cry.
I wasn’t bawling at the bar but my eyes welled up with nostalgic flavors and it all sort of washed over me.
I was instantly back at a humid New Jersey kitchen table. My bare feet sticking to the tile when they weren’t dangling from the chair. And a big bowl of pasta in front of me.
Now, I could lie and say that the music playing in that kitchen in 1999 or 2002 was something iconically New Jersey or Italian American. Frank Sinatra or Bruce Springsteen or something. And sure that music was played here and there.
But its more likely that The Go-Go’s we’re playing. My mom loves them and I have vivid memories of Beauty and The Beat blasting from our kitchen speakers.
I can’t remember which song it was, but this one is great and definitely played at some point.
And if you’re ever at Bar Mario in Red Hook try the Spaghetti Hangover, it’ll make you cry.
Thanks for listening,
Will