I feel like this is the story of my life, this weekend.
I've spent the day listening to U2's nineties albums on repeat as I work on college essays. On Zooropa, the last track is called The Wanderer, and it's great, but has this horrible...thing...that happens at the end. There's like a thirty-second dead space after the song ends, and then this terrifyingly loud siren starts blaring for another twenty seconds and scares the shit out of me every single time. Why they felt the need to put that on the album, I don't know, but it's so unexpected and kind of awful that I nearly jump out of my skin every time I hear it.
...So what I mean to say here is that I've actually spent the day listening for that silence at the end of the song, and then making a frantic dash to the CD player in the family room to try to change the track before the siren comes back. Mom and Grace were in the room when it went off at one point, and they both flipped out momentarily, which was pretty hilarious. At least I'm not the only one. *grins*
Okay. Back to work.