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Me too. I started noticing it when I my car
died and I had to take the dreaded LA bus system back in 96. Two hours to
go 12 miles! I won't use a Walkman/etc in such treks as when you take a
bus through East LA or Downtown, it's best to pay attention to people around
you... and so at some point I recognized that my brain was giving me what I
termed KSPG, aka my internal radio station. I also found that my
composition efforts picked up at times when running something over and over in
your head like that. And when I moved to the UK without my CD collection
(except by mistake, between Rolling Stones and ZZ Top), KSPG was there again,
reminding me about my memory's capacity and tenacity.
[wearing a tshirt from "Spamalot" saying "I'm not
dead yet"] and yeah! on Black Light Syndrome...
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