Dah da-dum, da-da-da-dum, da-da-da Dum Dum (dum dum)

Caught a cold yesterday or the day before on the plane and last night was pretty miserable.  Slept in exile with the radio playing very softly next to me, and at some point before dawn I stirred to Dah da-dum, da-da-da-dum, da-da-da Dum Dum (dum dum).  Which brought my fevered brow back to back to a summer some +360 odd moons ago when for a short time I didn't have a place and was sleeping at work on the floor of an office, in a sleeping bag and every night on the cassette deck next to my ear, soft and low, I'd play either Joe Jackson's Look Sharp or Rimsky-Korsakov's Scheherazade.  (They were the two tapes I owned.)  JJ, LS.