Only 13.5 hours of working on hearts today! What will I do with all this spare time? Once again, I wasn't allowed to touch the stereo system in the vascular lab. Thus, for the first few hours I got to listen to vintage '50's "Doo Wop". Personally, I think there's a lot of music from that era that's really good. Jerry Lee, Elvis (pre-fat), etc. But song after song of some guy singing in a falsetto, then hitting a bunch high notes like he's getting a prostate exam from Arsenio Hall gets old fast (if you can't tell why you don't want a guy like him on the giving side of a prostate exam, you've never had one). Later in the afternoon, I had a totally new music experience: Frankie Yankovic, the world's scariest looking accordian player. I associate polka music The Crusher, a professional wrestler out of Minnesota in the '80's who used it as theme music. Not with a physician screwing electrical leads into diseased heart tissue.
The time is coming: I will inflict my personal collection of Johnny Cash and Tool on the unappreciative masses in the lab. No complaints allowed.
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"The time is coming: I will inflict my personal collection of Johnny Cash and Tool on the unappreciative masses in the lab. No complaints allowed."
Nahhh. Pearls before swine. Instead, inflict something truly excruciating on them - like the Chipmunk's Christmas album or anything by Kathy Lee Gifford.
Along with the Cash, throw in a bit of Jennings and you've got a deal.
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