It’s true, and it should make your life better as well. Although I generally never listen to Arabic music, I’ve finally stumbled upon a little factoid that I never thought would happen. When I was much younger there was always arabic music blaring in the background. I was too young to have my own musical taste at the time and as such I would listen to anything my mother used to put on the actual tape player. There’s even a tape, don’t know if we actually have it, where I started fucking around with the tape, and my mother slapped me on the hand. Obviously I’d already pressed record, and in the most embaressing way now, I told my mother off for ‘upsetting me’. It one of those moments where you’re reminded off constantly when friends of the famil come over.

The thing is what made me remember this story is the fact that I’ve been listening to a busker. This man is from Iran and he was playing on the Greek equivalent of Oxford Street. He’s there and he’s making the most amazing sound on his little Shadour. The music rang to the sky and everyone walking down that street must have felt this tingle in the back of their necks. He was unparalleled in talent. And my parent bought his CD off him, which I’ve stolen off them. He does a few covers of some absolute classics, and one of those was a song that my mother played many times when I was younger and when we went on drives in the car.

So I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m nostalgic to arabic music, classic arabic music, because it reminds me of my childhood and gives me a feeling of days long gone, but never forgotten.

My week has gotten better, here’s a sketch I did that I’m working on with my brother.