I, of course, was struck by lightning once (more of a glancing blow really). Since then, I have discovered that I now have the ability to predict what song will play on the radio next. It doesn’t happen all the time – the weather needs to be just right – but a song (even songs I haven’t heard in years) will come into my head and then sure enough it will play on the radio within five minutes. I’m not sure if it is me communicating with the radio or the radio communicating with me. I treat it like a superpower, but I have yet to turn it into any sort of gain.
Has anyone else had a similar experience?
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A very similar thing happened to me once. I heard the Doors song Roadhouse Blues - "I woke up this morning and I got my self a beer" one afternoon whilst I was making myself a Whisky Manhattan.
This is almost the same, I thought, while shaking my head. I never did figure it out.
Hi Cocoa no gogo,
You sound like a walking transmitter tower. You’ve got to have all your wiring properly connected to be able to predict upcoming songs that are about to be played; impressive. Do your eyes spin around or your ears flap when you’re getting the “vibe”? Maybe this is the same think of power Witch Doctors and Shamans are blessed with. Why not try it out at OneEar’s next First Unichurck meeting? You could pass the collection plate and take bets on how well you’re able to prognosticate what tunes the organist is going to play.
My wires are definitely not all connected, so I’ve no experience with anything of this ilk.
I have experienced this often. My premonitions are not usually as long as five minutes in advance, but regularly approximately one minute prior to song playing. I had always attributed this to the skull-drilling redundancy of corporate-rock stations' fixed number of song-pattern plays, e.g., "paint it black" just played, I feel like "hurdy-gurdy man" is a song I know and BAM! There it is. You and I may be less psychotic than you think. There are subliminal patterns everywhere; look at the innocence of the shamrock.
I'm still drunk, by the way.
Hi Loud but off key,
Aren’t your transmission wires screwed up when you’re drunk? You may think you’re hearing things when you’re not….
Coco, I've got it! Whenever you think about a song, yell out the title to as many people as you can encounter. Then, when the song starts, people will be amazed by your premonition and will flock to the Churck. (Don't worry about the times that you're wrong. The followers will use selective memory as they do with their psychics, horoscopes and other prognosticators).
You also can court internet recruits by posting your premonitions and then describing what happened next. I'm sure they'll be amazed by your accuracy.
OneEar,
Oddly enough, this past week is the week I chose to begin my new strategy of waking up and having a beer -- then shortly before arriving at work, I have another for the lady. I didn't even deny it when my wife asked about it with a puzzled tone. (It is an eerie coincidence that you should now post about that Doors song. Something is obviously going on.)
Also, why would you make a Manhattan with Whisky?
LBok,
In the past, I have witnessed your interpretation of subliminal patterns and your overt actions based thereon. I find your touching inappropriate.
ML,
The Unichurck does not have an organist; but we do perform liver transplants (and chants) every third Thursday evening – needless to say, everyone's attendance is welcome.
Sometimes I have a sweet tooth.
Hi cocoa no gogo,
It appears I missed last nights liver transplant and chant session, but will try to attend in November. You mentioned you’re lacking an organist; I play a mean kazoo, which I’d be delighted to bring.
Now that we've whittled it down to the 4 of us, I have some important news.
Hi OneEar,
If blogger would quit acting up, perhaps you could tell us your "important news".
I have superpowers, too, Cocoa. Maybe we should join forces. I can kick the asses and you can...um...provide the background music?
Meg,
I wait patiently for your signal.
Well which one of you has been sending ME the signal? This is all becoming very confusing.
Meg,
Did Cocoa make you up? If so, good work, Cocoa. Well done. What are you going to be for Halloween?
Meg is not one of Coco's figments. She is the liar. She just changed her look.
I'm going to dress up as a dwarf with cloven hooves and goat's asses on my face. You?
You put those goat's asses there, and you know it.
Have you considered seeing a doctor?
For what? Goats'-asses-on-my-face syndrome? The so-called Herr-Scott conundrum?
Bundeskraut hasn't contributed since I referred to his comments as "assinine."
I hereby extend my fig leaf of peace.
Bundeskraut, you are forgiven for your asinine comments.
Also, Coco. A little research reveals the source of your confusion about the Whisky Manhattan.
This drink is typically referred to as the Rob Roy, the namesake of the Scotsman who engaged in an extended dispute with the First Duke of Montrose. Granted, it is no Rusty Nail
No a Rob Roy is made with Scotch.
For me a Manhattan is all about the bourbon -- and to say that bourbon is the same thing as whisky is akin to saying that Canadians are Americans.
Also buried within my original comment is the fact that many people from Wisconsin make their Manhattans with brandy.
I don't get your reference to the Duke of Montrose.
A rusy nail is the same concotion the Gentle Renderer uses to placate the cows.
The referenced recipe for Rob Roy's notes the use of Scotch.
Having carefully studied your diagrams, I know the means used to anaesthetize cattle while making gelatin.
I am aware that Wisconsites use a large amount of brandy for Manhattans (and for everything else).
In other words, you have added nothing to my knowledge base.
Oh, and I also know that Canadians are not real people.
They're not?!
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