My mom would give the award to most endearing musician who bops his head of bouncy curls to Zakir Hussain--for me, it’s always been about A.R. Rahman.
And for as long as I can remember my dad’s tried to get me to watch soccer, claiming that it was “like a dance” (most of that line's poetic cache was lost when he re-used it to try and get me to watch boxing, but…).
So it was nice to be pointed (thanks, Narain) to this Volvic ad featuring Zidane and the music of A.R. Rahman--if it weren’t so short, it would be a decent Sunday family activity. Kinda kidding! : )
On a side note, I wonder if Zidane (whom my dad, a true fan, calls “Zizou”) would have been as incensed if his father and brother had been insulted--surely, even mothers and sisters stopped being sullied by mere words like a hundred or so years ago?
time zones
another day rolls over into tomorrow I wake, roll over in bed reach for my phone wondering if ...
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