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Musical Deja-Vu

During his encore, Thomas Dolby said he was going to sing a song that he said he'd been asked to sing at his uncle's wedding. It turned out to be the old standard, "Sway With Me." He sang it with great silliness, waving one of those little gourd/bead percussion things around and dancing. Now, the funny thing is that I had heard "Sway With Me" on Sunday afternoon. (Sidenote: Despite my knowledge of old standards, the first time I can remember hearing "Sway With Me" was in the movie Dark City when Jennifer Connolly sang it.)

Last week I heard Billy Joel's "Longest Time" twice in one day, once in a restaurant and once in my car. Now, I could understand hearing something current twice or even more times in one day, but "Longest Time"? From 1983? How many rock songs are there out there? What are the odds? (Sidenote: My secret Hyde fantasy number 14 involves him doing karaoke of Billy Joel since he says his first album was a Billy Joel--it just seems incongruous and funny to imagine. Hey, it's my fantasy).

I never learned probability or statistics in math (we never seemed to reach the end of the text book). I do know that the odds of rolling a six on a die are 1 in 6 and the odds the next time you roll are again one in six, but I don't know how to add those thing together and determine the probability of rolling two sixes in a row. Or, Mr. Spock like, to determine the odds of hearing a old song twice in one day or a really old song twice in two days.

Another strange moment last week came when I turned off my car radio in the morning on Oasis' Wonderwall, got in the car at the end of the day and turned on the radio to the other Oasis..."Where were you when we were getting high..." (shows the extent of my Oasis knowledge--Oh, yeah, Champagne Supernova). It was such a surreal moment--for a moment before I realized it was a different song, same singer, it seemed as if the whole day had not happened and only a moment had passed.

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