Last night at about 11 pm friends and I went to a small smoky bar for drinks. All the other patrons were Iraqi men. Someone put a CD of Ole Blue Eyes (The Chairman of the Board) (The Voice) (Frankie Sinatra) and my friends and I began singing along. One of my friends got particularly loud on a verse of New York, New York and as the chords waned at the end of the song the other drinkers hidden behind the shisha smoke burst into applause for him.
This probably sounds romanticized or distilled, but it really happened. It happened like that. Other things happen here, too. They are important, but also.