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July 12, 2005

Ted: Perfect Pitch

All the good ideas were used up already, so I went for a bad one. In retrospect, bad ideas have a way of self-correcting.

They said that there was no new music, all the possible combinations of notes that the human ear could hear had been played.

All the different scales and musical styles had been re-combined until every possible instrument had played every possible part of every possible melody.

We had been trying to find the background note of the universe for millenia. When I dropped my violin into the fire, it screamed, I screamed, and the universe ended.

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