My father (I suppose I should say “our father” since I am implicating my brother here) swings wildly from genre to genre in phases. For two months he will listen to old time country, and for two more, he will listen to Hawaiian music, and then it will be two months of the Kinks. But the bottom line is, for most of my childhood, I heard one of three songs by the Texas Tornados no less often than once a week (the other two: “(Hey Baby) Que Paso” and “Guacomole“). Then my brother moved to Boston, and one of the places he eats is what passes for Mexican out there, and one day he heard Que Paso, and got choked up, thinking about the old man, and how someday he won’t be with us. And he told me this on the phone, and for the rest of the week, in my head, I was singing over and over again “Hey Baby, Que Paso?*” Eventually I downloaded the tracks on iTunes, and it just so happened that that week was a week in which I listened to every song only once, except for the best of the Tornados songs, “Who Were You Thinkin’ Of.” I am deeply sorry.
* – to do this correctly, forget everything you know about Spanish, and make sure to hit the “hey baby” with your best Texan drawl.