Caribbean Blue, Enya
Again: while it’s just the same song over and over, it’s a pretty song and nobody’s making you buy all the albums. So there.
Just after Caribbean Blue came out, I was in the HMV in Harvard Square, then supposedly the biggest record store in the world. I was walking down one of the aisles, and a Rasta type walking toward me, with all the dreadlocks, etc. The track on the store sound system ended and Caribbean Blue started up. The Rasta guy froze, literally between one step and the next, and stayed like that as long as I had sight of him. No idea what that was about, but it sure looked like Enya did it to him.
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