my brain has somehow become a juke-box for random audio samples. anything can set it off, and the results are often bewildering.
recently i was introduced to a guy named Timothy. immediately - centred perfectly between my ears, in stereo - that old guy who owns a cat named Timothy, from the 1951 Warner Brothers cartoon "Chow Hound", saying "Whoah, I see you've caught another mouse, Timothy. Well, you've earned your keep... mmm, earned it."
a few days ago i saw a usenet post from my friend in Finland, Kristian Lahdensuo. bam, straight away, Frank Zappa's "Satuuma (Finnish Tango)", all three minutes and fifty seconds of it.
last night on SBS, Silvio Rivier showed a short film about the town in Germany where Hoehner Harmonicas are made. EVERY TIME someone blew a harmonica, my brain repeated a pseudo-musical phrase from, jesus god, Spike Jones' "Man on the Flying Trapeze" - "Doodles" Weaver playing a harmonica chord, singing a note as if tuning himself to the harmonica, followed by a cow-bell rattle.
i CAN'T TURN IT OFF.
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