Things that make you go o/` hmmmmm… o/`
I have a very musical brain.
I have hundreds of Grateful Dead songs and a couple entire concerts floating around up there, scores of Bach pieces from inventions to fugues to entire concerti, whole albums by Benny Goodman and the Beatles and Frank Zappa, three different arrangements of Pictures at an Exhibition (Mussorgsky’s four-hand piano, St.-Saëns symphonic, and Emerson Lake and Palmer’s rock versions), and thousands of individual songs running the whole gamut from Dr. Demento to Dr. John, Sex Pistols to Steely Dan, Tom Smith to Tom Jones.
So why in the name of Donna Jean Godchaux am I walking down the steps at work today, singing to myself, o/` Hot dogs! Armour hot dogs!… o/`