Isn’t the brain awesome?

I was sitting in a delightful establishment, eating lunch and grading essays, when Styx’s “Babe” started playing. Immediately, I thought of M*. Every time I hear that song, that’s where my brain goes. Every time I hear any song by The Who, I think of MP. Air Supply: P. Violent Femmes and They Might Be Giants: H. “Pencil Thin Moustache”: E. Every time. Without fail. I hope it never changes.






*Names have been omitted to prevent awkwardness.