My favorite new one may be Chesterton's "Wine and Water," about Noah, with the refrain "I don't care where the water gets if it doesn't get into the wine."
Every bar is a memory.
And all the memories huddle together for company, so that in my mind it often seems as though every bar I've ever been in is on the same street, or at least in the same neighbourhood; every great drinking session I fondly recall happened on one night, or over the course of one weekend; and everyone I've ever drunk with fuses into a single person, the idealised Drinking Companion.
Sometimes it seems to me also that the melancholy that infuses so many of these memories had but a single cause, an idealised Lost Love.
Some of these memories I will now try to share with the enormous, faceless, blog-munching world at large.
These, then, are the mental voyages of the boozehound Froog; his many-year mission to seek out new drinks and new places to drink them in, to write The Meaning Of Life on a napkin.... andnotlose it on the way home.
Froog is an escaped lawyer - but there is no need for alarm; he is only a danger to himself, not to the general public. An eternal wanderer, he now lives in an exotic city somewhere in the 'Third World' *, where he is held prisoner by an unfinished novel (or, more precisely, an unstarted novel). He spends a lot of time running, writing, taking photographs, and falling in love with women who fail to appreciate him. He also spends a lot of time in bars.
[* OK, I'll come clean: I've been living in Beijing since summer '02.]
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Thought you'd appreciate this informal little anthology of songs "on drink and drinking" which someone has put together.
I certainly know no one else to share it with. :)
My favorite new one may be Chesterton's "Wine and Water," about Noah, with the refrain "I don't care where the water gets if it doesn't get into the wine."
Thanks, JES - a useful little resource. I don't think there was anything new to me there, but it's good to know I can access them all in one place.
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