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So my life has been fairly boring lately. Lacking purpose. Fortunately, I found my CD of Bond, and have been driving around to the Barber of Seville with a fat thumpin' beat. The 1812 Overture is slightly improved by said beat and electric guitar, the whole disc just makes life seem much more intense. Driving to the convenience store becomes an epic adventure full of danger and excitement. One song conjures up images of a giant killer party, where two people hook up and step out onto the balcony for an erotic shag while looking out over the big city of New York, but finish thirty seconds later because while they can shag erotically for ever, this is a once-in-a-lifetime party. A Bond party would kick the hell out of a Bran Van Party.