This is a true story from a long time ago.
I will try to be as accurate as my memory allows me to be.
I guess that it all started, sort of, on a rainy day in January, 1984, at the summer house that my parents used to have in Pinamar, Argentina.
We were just a bunch of friends trying to make fun out of a rainy day at a beach resort in the middle of the summer season in the Southern Hemisphere.
A friend of mine, Manuk, had bought recently a simple Casio keyboard to play around with it, just for fun.
We started fooling around with the tones of the Pacman videogame, that was a major sensation at the time down here in Argentina.
Out of that fooling around, a song started to take form. The lyrics were in spanish, and it told a very funny story that really made sense to some of the realities I were experiencing at the time, being myself an undergraduate student at a highly prestigious Engineering college in Buenos Aires.
We kept on playing with this idea of concocting funny songs throughout the rest of the summer, both at Pinamar and then at Buenos Aires.
Since Manuk had his birthday by the end of April (or was it by the beginning of May?, I just can’t remember), we (that is, Manuk and me) came up with the silly idea of having a small concert with these funny songs at his birthday party, as a cool way to celebrate.
We were able (somehow) to compose a small bunch of silly songs for the occasion, but the Pièce de résistance was the Pacman-themed song.
Of course that we managed to form a band for the party, with some jam sessions and all to practice.
We even had a name for the band, that played along pretty well with the sillyness of the whole thing:
(like in "prophylactics", that is, condoms).
For the rest of us, with the exception of Manuk, it was just having fun with friends.
But for Manuk, as I look back in time and see how things worked out, I would say that for him it meant quite a different game.
The party went along pretty well, and I could say that I outplayed Jay Kay and the weird hats by some stretch of time (with a help from Manuk, for having the "right" weird hat for the right moment!).
Of course that all of us had a lot of fun at the party, the audience as well as the band. For most of us, the journey ended at the party.
But for Manuk, it was just the warm-up.
After that, he took both keyboard lessons and singing lessons, with a couple of major players of the local musical scene at the time.
With a good measure of contacts and just a bit of luck, Manuk eventually made it to be a part of the regular lineup of the band of an important Pop singer from Argentina.
From that exposure, he also got in contact with the Ad Music business.
He would eventually leave the Pop Music business for the Ad Music business, Big Time (capital letters express it just how it turned out).
He first founded a local Ad Music company called Musica Aplicada.
In 2000, he founded in Miami a new company called Animal Music, with an entirely new and fresh concept of what an Ad Music Services company should be.
(if you did not figure out out of this story who Manuk is, now you know!).
Even though this is Life as It Goes…, and not Floating Poetry, I will post the lyrics from the Pacman-themed song as they were, for the sake completeness:
(you should sing this part to the Pacman tones)
Era una tarde gris,
Del Resnick me pudrí,
Salí a caminar,
Y un Atari ví,
15 fichas compré,
Una la introducí,
Detrás de ella fuí,
y al Pacman me subí
Tantos esfuerzos no sirven de nada!
En esta zona no hay derivada!
(You should sing this part to the tones of Brahm’s lullaby)
De esta forma,
Lo que Física resulta,
para arriar la realidad!
Nunca más he de creer,
que sabiendo esta ciencia,
Control he de tener,
sobre todo lo demás.
I guess Manuk will remember a silly joke I said once:
Hola, esta Dustin?
Esta ocupado echandose un idem!
This entry is a token of my appreciation to my friend Manuk, from a long time ago.