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"Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic" is better on the Stereo than on the TV or some other tin ear-suck.
Meaning, the video.
(MTV=/or youtube.)

Enthusiastically, earnestly, in waxing philosophical, grandiose and uplifting, I returned my foot to my mouth, this time employing a cosmic delay pedal. Counting my blessings, I announced that while the subject matter of the class (Adobe Flash) was great, that still I appreciated modern medicine more. I chimed graciously about my cortisone shot, my return from the brink of permanently shitty health, and how I no longer felt constant nagging pain. Oh, my glorious return to standing up. How wonderful just to walk! I attributed their unremarkable hunger for wisdom to the usual, day-to-day  people-are-doing-their-own-thing-you-can't-expect-everyone-to-applaud-you type-self-involvement on both ends of us and them.
So it goes. Some dose, some knows. Alas, time passed. as did the remaining hour of the class pass normally. Later, having just left the room, I descended the stairs. There I realized that two of my less than ten classmates are in wheelchairs.


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The Police.  An excellent example of The Drummer Makes The Band.