The place where I did karaoke the other night is closed! For good! What are the chances that I happen to find a place where I can express my musical yearnings to the utmost, only to have that opportunity wrenched from my kung-fu grip. I am crushed.
I'm sure there are other places. But what a coincidence. In fact, I've had a few spooky coincidences recently, now that I think of it. The other night, I was telling Katie about the Oliver Sach's book "An Anthropologist on Mars" (I have a way with the ladies, I know. Oh, and by the way, in response to the numerous questions I have received.... no, it's not like that. We are just friends. FYI: nobody here in Munich reads my blog, as I don't give out the address).
Shout out to all my Tutorial peeps. Anyway, I was telling her about the story of the guy who didn't have any memories after 1967. He had a brain tumor, or something along those lines, that blocked new memories from forming. However, he could remember anything prior to 1967. He was a huge Grateful Dead fan, and could recite lyrics and concerts from memory... as long as it was before 1967. Otherwise, he never retained a single post-1967 memory. Cool stuff.
I don't know why I chose to tell this story, but as I am telling it, "Truckin" came on the radio. What a coincidence! It wasn't a classic rock station or anything, but a playlist off a computer, I believe. I took it as a sign. An omen, if you will.
Today, I was eating my lunch at a Thai restaurant and the most random song popped into my head. It's called "Commissioning a Sympthony in C" by Cake. It is by no means a popular Cake song either and I have no idea why it popped into my head, but as I walked into my hostel after lunch (a good mile from the restaurant).... IT WAS ON THE RADIO!
Somebody is messing with me.
Truthfully, how many of you out there have ever had the serious thought go through your mind: "Am I on the Truman Show?" Dude. I have. Often. When I do something outrageously stupid (a fairly frequent occurrence), I just smile to myself and say, "That's damn good televison. They better have enjoyed that one."
Seriously, if my life is being filmed, I'm going to be pissed. Mom, Dad... is there anything you want to tell me?
Matt (if that is your... I mean, my, real name)