I was also intrigued by the part where Eugene identified the group of Eastern Europeans in the crowd by the way they were moving to the music ... because that's I was moving to the music. The slavic stuff goes straight to my soul. Even though I've never set foot in Eastern Europe, that's where my grandparents hail from.
It's in my blood. I was not brought up listening to any of that music. My parents were thoroughly Americanized and, by the time I was born in 1960, there were no strains of slavia running through any musical influences in my house. I was brought up on The Beatles and Beethovan.
Yet, I can feel it in my veins when the Romany stuff in Gogol comes to the fore ... every 12 seconds.
Odd. Genetic memory and ancestry and all that. Hmmmmm.
