Duran Duran's 1997 album Medazzaland never grew on me. In addition to the quality of the songs it was also the fact that I bought it on a cloudy fall day and I would associate always that gloomy weather with the album itself. When they released Pop Trash on a Tuesday in 2000, I intentionally waited a few days for some sunny weather and when I finally bought it on my lunch break that Friday, and listened to it 3 times while driving to New York after work, not only had I learned every song but I also felt like it would remind me of the weather that day whenever I would listen to it in the future. It did.
"My parents, brother, and I left Iran in 1980, shortly after the revolution. After a brief stay in Italy, we packed all our belongings once again and headed west to the exotic and the unknown: Vancouver. We had recently been accepted as landed immigrants, meaning Canada graciously opened its doors and we gratefully accepted; we arrived at Vancouver International Airport on my 10th birthday, three suitcases and one sewing machine in tow. After respectful but intense questioning at immigration, we were dropped off at a hotel on Robson Street, which was then still a couple years shy of becoming the fashionable tourist hub it is today. We were jetlagged, culture shocked, and hungry, so that first night, my father and brother courageously ventured out into the wild in search of provisions. I fell asleep before they returned. The next morning, I woke up at 5 a.m. and ravenously feasted on a cold Quarter Pounder with cheese and limp French fries that had been left by my beds...

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