If you’ve heard it, you know. By now, most of us would have come across it on some CDs we listened to with our parents when we were kids. The last song ends, fades or crashes out, then silence. But the stereo, or CD player or car radio keeps running quietly—you hear the internal mechanisms click while the CD spins.
And for some reason (your dad is up to his shirt sleeves in groceries while your mom is cursing out telemarketers over the phone, and your uncle is maneuvering traffic at rush hour) no one turns the system off.
Minutes go by and you’re no longer paying attention to the CD, because it is over and the daily world has distracted you. You’re sitting at the kitchen counter or in the passenger seat thinking about how they get lead into pencils, and out of the nothingness comes a chord. Then another. And suddenly there is an outburst of that familiar voice, a fever of brass and bass licks.
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