Okay, so I suffer from a condition commonly called 'perfect pitch.' I say 'suffer' because part of having perfect pitch is that sounds, especially in music, that are off-key are actually physically painful. The worse and more prolonged the pitch differential, the worse the pain. That said, the band performing here tonight may actually kill me.
If that happens, well... say something nice at my funeral. Poetical. With imagery. Ouchy.
(Yes, there was a little in-joke there for my friends amongst the browncoats.) Oh, and for a little fun for those of you not here enduring this abortion of musical disparity, take a look at the top 25 auto-correct screw-ups of 2011 from DYAC. You're welcome.
Have a good night, loyal R&C!
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