This week I’m working out at Microsoft with Dean doing tuneups on MS employee’s”s’s bikes. Last night Dean sends me a txt msg saying something like, “Get ready for a bonkers week and bring your iPod.” By Dean’s own admission, he has a pretty mainstream selection of tunes on his mp3 player, so he asked me (as if he had to, I’m a bit of a music-nazi) to bring something interesting to listen to. I spent an hour or two getting 4gigs loaded onto my iPod so that we could have something for our ears to do while wrenching under a tent in the rain. Which we did. For about 4 hrs until my battery died. At which point Dean plugged his mp3 player in until the battery for his speaker unit died. And then we were on our own.

OH SHIT!

I said to Dean, “Well, we were listening to something decent, so at least THAT’S what will be stuck in my head the rest of the day.”

WRONG!

Pretty soon I was hearing John Denver songs in my head. And shortly thereafter, I was coming up with my own dirty lyrics to his songs. And then I was singing dirty lyrics to John Denver AND Neil Diamond songs. After that, it was Abba.

Where does that shit come from?

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