Do you know this feeling: when you hear a song and it gets stuck in your head somehow, it remains connected to good memories and you would like to listen to it again, but you can’t remember the name of the song, the singer or the band? Many people will then simply hum or sing it until someone (or an app) will tell them what song they were looking for. Well, I can’t sing the least, so that’s not an option for me.
It was in the summer of 1996. I was in Israel on a youth exchange program and every day on the bus we listened to a rhythmic, South-American-sounding song which was played on the radio several times a day. It seemed to be a big hit that summer, or the station preferred by our bus driver just didn’t have many CDs to choose from. After a few times, we chimed in and danced to the song each time it came on.
Ever since, I was hoping to hear that song again. I didn’t even remember what it sounded like and I had no idea if I would still enjoy it now, but I knew it would bring back beautiful memories of a trip that went all the way from the Golan Heights to the Negev Desert, from Tel Aviv to Jericho, from Akko to the Sea of Galilee.
It took 19 years.
Two week ago I was in Băile Tușnad in Romania. As I walked back to the guesthouse one evening, the song sounded from the radio of a parked car as I walked past. I recognized it immediately, and this time I wrote down some of the lyrics to look them up on YouTube (an option not yet available in 1996).
I found it. It’s Tic Tic Tac by Carrapicho.
To my surprise, the song is from Brazil, where I will move to in November 2015. Even more coincidentally, the video clip shows exactly the kind of boat on which I will travel from Belém to Manaus and further upstream on the Amazon. But please don’t expect me to dance!