Saturday, February 12, 2011

CACAPHONY DEFINED

Used to play drums, also was cursed (sometimes referred to as "blessed") with something called perfect pitch which means I can tell the instrument that is even a scintilla out-of-tune.

So, it was a real treat this morning, while doing my AM yoga session, in the middle of George Benson's "This Masquerade" (live version 2000), to hear a car horn alarm sounding off, completely obliterating the key and time signature of this classic jazz ballad.

Current statutes prohibit me from bashing in Range Rovers.  Why anyone would pay that kind of $ for such an historically under-reliable vehicle with poor re-sale value, demonstrates behavior that borders on the pathological.

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