Felicitous adjacence

iTunes, coupled with a home FM transmitter and about 2.5 TB of hard drive space, has made my life not so much perfect as fully realized. And as silly as that is, it's not really a joke. In the nineties, I used to make MiniDisc mix tapes because the MD's shuffle function played back without gaps. (If you are not sufficiently a nerd to understand all of that, you have no business on the Internet. Go read Robert Fulghum.)

My entire day around the house is accompanied by iTunes' Party Shuffle function pulling from a list of about 12,000 songs. It just chugs through them, like the big custom jukebox that it is, playing Curtis Mayfield after Charles Mingus after Frank Zappa, never tiring or asking me to turn it off (both of which services the wife provides in spades). And occasionally, just like all those little monkeys crouched tirelessly over their little typewriters, it comes up with a segue that merits a headline.

I was served both of these sequences today.

A:



The Residents: In between dreams
Bill Frisell Quartet: Stand up, sit down
Violent Femmes: Jesus walking on the water



B:

Big Star: Holocaust
Sondre Lerche: It's our job
John Wesley Harding: I can tell (when you're telling lies)