In the late Eighties, my college roommates and I would take the 40 minute drive into the closest "big" city on weekends to go to the clubs. The purpose of this trip was partially to get off-campus, occasionally to drink a little, but mostly to dance.
One of the clubs we frequented played what would be called "house music" now a days, but back then (at least in our neck of the woods) it was called "club" or "new wave," whatever the heck either of those meant.
We could not understand most of the lyrics for the song Nin'alu by the late Ofra Haza, but it "had a beat and you could dance to it." And we certainly did dance like kooks to this tune.
I'm sure that my own affinity for the song had something to do with the exotic nature of the language and beats, and the mystery of not having the slightest idea what was being said, though I imagined that it (like everything else when you're young) had something to do with unrequited love or the romantic nature of life.
Breathe in, breathe out… YOU AND I ARE ALIVE!
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