One of my favorite memories of college was getting tanked on Krakus (Liberate another Pole!, we would say) with my socialist friends at my poli-sci teachers house and putting on the Wedding Present’s Ukrainski Vistupi V Johna Peela, and clog-dancing around the porch to “Davni Chasy,’ faster and faster as the song sped up, and eventually collapsing in a pile of giggles and putting on some Biz Markie. Those were the days, my friend.