22 years ago today, a diamond was gifted to the world from Italy. It was a song, a eurodance track, something so infectious and so light and nonsensical that it demanded people listen. It was the nineties! We had no care for creative content! We just wanted the rhythm: we wanted the rhythm of the night.
Yes, 22 years ago the band Corona gave us the number one hit on the chart of my lifetime, “The Rhythm Of The Night.” What is the the rhythm of the night? It is the rhythm of my life. Put some joy upon my face. Take me turn by turn. Give me love again. Round and round we go, each time I hear you say.
This is the rhythm of 22 years, 264 months, 8,030 days, and 192,720 hours of my life. Oh yeah. “Who is Corona?” you may ask. It is an Italian man who employed the beautiful bebraided Brazilian Olga Maria de Souza to sing for them, to be the voice of their rhythm. When you think of the night rhythm, who do you think of? You think of Olga Maria de Souza’s husky voice heavily echoing in your ears. Her words zig zag around your head—Life…Life…Life…—before an arpeggiating breakdown in the moonlight, sunshine in an empty place. “I don’t want to face the world in tears,” you think to yourself. “Sing that song to me,” Olga Maria de Souza tells you. You join her: this is the rhythm of the night.
“Won’t you teach me how to love and learn?” you ask her. She nods: she has been teaching you for 22 years. Need she say more? This is the rhythm of her life too.
The night. Oh yeah. It has a rhythm. Oh yeah. This is the rhythm of my life. My life. You are one year older than being old enough to drink, rhythm.
Let this night never end. Here is to an infinity loop of the night rhythm. Drink a Corona today. Think of Olga Maria de Souza each time you hear me say: this is the rhythm of my life.