Surreal Stereo
So I had a very upsetting experience at work. Not upsetting in the traditionally bad way, just upsetting in that it made me start questioning the nature of reality, which I actually think is a good thing, sometimes.
I'm tooting away at work listening to the store's Muzak. Its always there and its usually just at the subliminal level for me, I occaisionally notice what's playing, but more often than not I just start humming a song and don't know why it's in my head. But at this particular time I heard the song. Albert Hammond's "It Never Rains in California." So I'm listening to it, and working, and I have to go back into the back of the house. And I'm tooling away at making ranch dressing, and humming the song when I realize that the melody matches what is playing on the mexican radio station the dishwasher has playing. Then I realize that it is a spanish version of "It Never Rains in California"...
Then I go to the kitchen door and listen, and playing just slightly out of sync is the english version...
And as I stood there hypnotized by the slightly out-of-sync, spanish-english garble, it starts raining...
And I don't think there is enough airable land on this continent to grow the amount of pot I would need to smoke to make that alright...
Just went to see Girl with a Pearl Earring last weekend.
Robin's review: "That was like porn for really artsy girls."
I'm tooting away at work listening to the store's Muzak. Its always there and its usually just at the subliminal level for me, I occaisionally notice what's playing, but more often than not I just start humming a song and don't know why it's in my head. But at this particular time I heard the song. Albert Hammond's "It Never Rains in California." So I'm listening to it, and working, and I have to go back into the back of the house. And I'm tooling away at making ranch dressing, and humming the song when I realize that the melody matches what is playing on the mexican radio station the dishwasher has playing. Then I realize that it is a spanish version of "It Never Rains in California"...
Then I go to the kitchen door and listen, and playing just slightly out of sync is the english version...
And as I stood there hypnotized by the slightly out-of-sync, spanish-english garble, it starts raining...
And I don't think there is enough airable land on this continent to grow the amount of pot I would need to smoke to make that alright...
Just went to see Girl with a Pearl Earring last weekend.
Robin's review: "That was like porn for really artsy girls."