Memories and Music

When Bob and I got liquored up at the Phonix Club, we often belted out our own version of this song….

Penis on the mountain top!
Giant spurting pillar of love!
Hooded purple cobra of fun!
And penis was its name!

I’ve got!
Yeah, baby, you want it!
It’s my penis, poking higher
It’s your desire!
Well, it’s my penis, poking higher
It’s your desire
Wa!

Venus, by Banarama

What memories does this song make you think of?

There were three main hangouts my friends and I frequented at college: the Phoenix, the Flying Club and the Circle Bar.

The Circle bar was a friendly little hole in the wall joint with two pool tables, a shuffleboard table against the back wall, and a juke box. It was the place to go if you weren’t in the mood for the loud music and crowds of the Phoenix and Flying Club.

I was a pretty good pool player and Bob was even better. Once we got on one of the tables, were were pretty hard to knock off. We spent many an evening there drinking draft beer from frosted mugs and shooting pool or playing shuffleboard.

I wasn’t one to put quarters into the juke box, but there were always people there who were. Inevitably - and usually more than once - this song would play. When I hear it, I’m twenty again, back in the Circle Bar, Bob and I leaning on our pool cues drinking beer between shots during a game of doubles pool.

American Pie, by Don Mclean