So the other night I'm watching Mad Men. Awesome show and part of its charm is that they play period music (late 50's/early 60's). At one point there was a jazzy 60's version of a song playing in the background of a scene. It was different than I'd ever heard it but I still knew what it was.
"Misirlou!" I shouted to no one in particular.
Scott was perplexed. Since we rarely watch tv together, he maybe thought I was having some sort of Turret's episode.
"It's the song. It's a loungier version that I amost didn't recognise but the song is called Misirlou. Isn't that neat to know?"
Scott just grunted in reply.
Why do I have this ability to only impress myself? Why can't I have the ability to cure the common cold or discover iPod earbuds that don't tangle up in your pocket?
kxx
Friday, November 7, 2008
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