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Travel Story - Soundtrack of my life

The search for music for the soul on the road

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She said, "Again?"

And I tried again.

She shook her head with a smile and repeated, "Again?"

We gave up, and I went looking for another stall. Surely someone would know this CD. It was just going to be a matter of unearthing the hardcore music enthusiast. In Bangkok. Today. This was going to be a little trickier than I had anticipated.

The next stall I found was a scratch on the LP of my life… The guy looked at me with trepidation. He elbowed the woman beside him; she could deal with me. She smiled, and I said, as clearly as I could, considering I had no idea if this word was a name of a group, person or even in English, "Do you have Manoe-Chooww?"

She said, "Again?"

And I tried again.

She shook her head, with a smile and repeated, "Again?"

We gave up, and I went looking for another stall. Surely someone would know this CD. It was just going to be a matter of unearthing the music enthusiast. In Bangkok. Today. This was going to be a little trickier than I had anticipated.

I found my way to a big mall. Not big like Hong Kong malls, subterranean post-apocalyptic cities, but overwhelming, where you can easily get caught in a dangerous rip of Thai and tourist tides.

I found a big CD shop. I went to the front desk. "Do you have Minee-Choo?"

He said, "Again?"

And I tried again.

He shook his head, with a smile and repeated, "Again?"

But wait, I was not going to let this happen again. This was an Asian-style A&B Sound. Someone had to know. It was then that I spotted him. He was a Westerner. He had a black shirt on. I think he had glasses on. And in his hands? A sundry collection of drum and bass and other good stuff. I went in for the kill.

"Excuse me, I was wondering if you could help me."

He looked up and said, with a broken French accent, "How?"

I said: "I am looking for a CD, but I don’t know if it is a name, a group or just a word and I don’t really know where they are from, or where he is from. And I am not really sure how I would classify it." The look on his face let me know that I was not coming across as the sharpest knife in the drawer. I was not going to be thwarted. "Minee-Choo?" His face was blank, "Mehnychiaooo," His face was encouraging, but still blank, "Mahnoochowww."