Hotch-cha-cha-cha-cha!

things i noticed during my massage at the chiropractor's this afternoon: the musical selection. i'm kind of used to the whole new-agey vibe you automatically get as part of the massage experience. some people might think that the calming tones of a pan flute or ambient nature sounds are as much a part of a rubdown as scented oil. i happen to be one of those people. (chalk it up to conditioning.) so imagine my surprise when, in the middle of the mix cd that this woman put on, after some innocuous samba or something like that, i hear the distinctive voice of jimmy durante.

kitaro? perhaps. "soundscapes of the outback thunderstorm"? might be nice. some classic stuff from old schnozzola? truly a maverick choice.