Dance the Chiqui Chiqui

I returned last night from a week-long trip to Spain where I visited Barcelona and Madrid. Having already lived there a couple years, I didn't have to bother with seeing the tourist destinations, although I did finally see the addition to the [Prado Museum] by [Rafael Moneo](http://archrecord.construction.com/projects/bts/archives/museums/0803_Pradomuseum/), who's design for a new building on Columbia's campus is currently under way, as well as the newly opened [Caixa Forum](http://obrasocial.lacaixa.es/centros/caixaforummadridedificio_es.html) designed by [Herzog and de Meuron](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Herzog_&_de_Meuron), an incredible structure that looks like they've suspended an old brick warehouse above the ground—and topped it off with a new Corten steel structure.

The best times were of course drinking, smoking and carousing with friends. One night, sitting in an artist loft in Chueca, over several bottles of wine, some amazing pizzas (the anchovy and black olives tied for the best along with the arugula and serrano), we got to talking about this guy who was Spain's entry into Eurovision. If you don't know about the cheesy European music contest, it's far older than American Idol, and it begat Abba and other, more dubious music acts over the years.

Well, the Spanish don't have many great comedians and have a very particular understanding of parody or satire (maybe worse than the French). But they began to sing and dance the "Chiqui Chiqui." A new dance craze to sweep the States? I doubt it. But here's a subtitled version to spread the silly song a little further.