I’d noticed that I kept hearing the same songs at breakfast, so I wasn’t surprised that by getting up earlier today and eating earlier I’d hear different ones for a change. Unfortunately, they played “I just called to say I love you,” which means I’ll be singing it all the way to Japan. Not only that, but it modulated twice, and it was the pan flute version, with a misguided chirpy electronic accompaniment that sounded like a symphony of squeaking see-saws. If it hasn’t been done yet, I’ll claim the idea of filling an orchestra pit with rusty see-saws and proclaiming myself the great ironic modern composer (perhaps with three modulations for extra irony).
And before the performance I’ll get an ironic haircut at the N’Vague hair salon in Gangnam-ku.