I rolled up to my music teacher and for some reason he did not recognise me. He asked me what I could play and I played Killing in the Name very badly. He said it was good. I called bull shit.
I then brought out my music book which jogged his memory. He said “Don’t you usually ride here?” I said “Yes, but I drove today.”
The recital happened in a tunnel. Fuzziness leads to a cave where Michael Hutchence is trying to sing.
I said his singing became really good before things went tits up.