I'm pretty sure I remember hearing this record being played in the streets of Williamsburg back in the early 80's. Endless summers, running around the block in chankletsas and cooling off at the "pompa." Remember sitting on the hot sidewalk, burning my legs on the concrete watching the adults waste their time with insignificant chores. It wasn't until elementary school that I realized how to properly pronounce certain English words. It was rather embarrassing to realize the almost everyone on the block spoke spanglish. They are called sneakers not "Tennis" my teacher told me. "Why do you keep on calling them Tennis" she would say.
What would really make this record be Mr. P's dream come true, is if those bongos were actually recycling bins.
ReplyDeleteI'm pretty sure I remember hearing this record being played in the streets of Williamsburg back in the early 80's.
ReplyDeleteEndless summers, running around the block in chankletsas and cooling off at the "pompa."
Remember sitting on the hot sidewalk, burning my legs on the concrete watching the adults waste their time with insignificant chores.
It wasn't until elementary school that I realized how to properly pronounce certain English words.
It was rather embarrassing to realize the almost everyone on the block spoke spanglish.
They are called sneakers not "Tennis" my teacher told me. "Why do you keep on calling them Tennis" she would say.