This year I decided it was high time to buy a bicycle…again.
My biking experience has always gone side by side with my scholastic career: I had a bike (several bikes) during high school and then another for my first two (useless) years in university. Now another year has gone by and I've decided I had reached the maximum age for re-applying and getting a degree, and so I did. I'm back in class, even if my friends (and family) don't quite believe it.
And so I bought my upteenth bicycle: I don't know how many in the past got stolen (lots), but I know for sure that I was absolutely convinced that my last one had been stolen…until I found what was left of it parked next to a friend's house a year later. Yes, I used to drink a lot.
One thing I can't pedal without is music: I blast my ears with unacceptable volumes (with a serious hazard to my personal safety) to block out the chaos around me. And it's basically the same as with walking (look back to one of the first Mood Swings), music gives you rhythm and a steady pace.
The song I'm suggesting this week should put you in the ideal car-dodging, insult-absorbing, near-death-experience-surviving state of mind you need to ride a bike in the fine city of Milan.
This single dates back to 2002 - I'm sorry for the terrible audio quality of the YouTube video but it's all I could find. The Psychedelic Waltons have released nothing but this single and its kinda cheesy video, but in my opinion it's a smashing disco hit.
PS: Can you guess who sings the lyrics? Yes, it's her. None other than lovely Róisín Murphy (still part of Moloko at the time), my own personal goddess. Enjoy.
Written by Andrea Ratti