you go see Rolling Stones?

In the late 1990s, maybe '98, I went to Los Angeles, California to shop around a screenplay I had written, and to see the Rolling Stones in concert.

        Got a taxi to the stadium where they were performing.  The driver was from some country in the Middle East - on his head was a turban (if that's the right word).  He drove well in that mangly traffic they have out there, was quiet and polite.

As we got close to the event location, he asked, "You go see Rolling Stones?"

His accent:  he pronounced rolling as "Rawling," rhyming with calling.

And stones he pronounced as if the "o" was two "oo"s rhyming with the double-o's in cook, or book...

"You go see Rawling stuhns?"

I answered yes, and probably added something like, I listen to their music, this will be first time to see them in concert....

        I really liked that he knew who the Rolling Stones were, and maybe liked their music, as I do.  It gave me a good feeling.

You know - when someone is from the Middle East, you don't know what they know.

Do they know the same things that I know?

They might not even know who the Rolling Stones or Bob Dylan are, but then they could know a lot of music that is not familiar to me...

        Those little micro-connections, in life....

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