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(diaryland) September 11, 2008 - 7:38 a.m.

Hey Reader,

My Internets is not working at work, so I cannot therefore update my diary at work, which I shouldn't anyway, OK?

So don't complain at me.

Hey, I've got this gift. The gift is that sometimes, I can figure out what some music that is playing is.

What an awful sentence.

Anyway, in my music degree, we had to do stuff like that a lot. Someone would play something on the stereo system in the lecture theatre, and then I would say after two seconds, "The introduction music to the opera L'Orfeo by Monteverdi (written in 1607)". My only friend that cared revered me when I did things like that.

Also, sometimes, I won't even have heard a musical group or composer before. Something will be playing on the radio, and I will think, "Hm... this must be that band [insert hip young band name here] that I have read a little bit about."

But now, I've gone further. It's like the powers have gone a bit fictional and sci-fi. I was at a lovely wedding yesterday. It was the reception at this point, and I had already engorged myself upon many cool food things. There had been speches and all that stuf, and then the MC said, "We have a surprise now." Two ladies an a guy came up to a microphone-laden part of the room, and the guy picked up a guitar.

I said to Roland, "I hope it's More Than Words." I think I got that feeling because of the way the guy tuned his guitar, even though he was tuning it just in the normal way. The song is originally by the musical group Extreme, and it comes from the album Extreme II: Pornograffiti.

And so it came to pass. Booyah (I think that's how you spell it).

Cause I already know.......

Hm. I think I'll put it on my iPod.

Hey, I wish I had a really cool talent instad of this one.




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