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Listen to this with your eyes closed. You’re walking along a rainy, empty street near the top of a hill somewhere in the dark. The bars & restaurants are closed for the night. You hear on the wind this exact music, with all its elevated banalities & glitches, playing intermittently from a crossroads up an even steeper sidestreet. When you get there, it’s stopped. You’re no longer sure where you are.

Also, check out John Lewis using what looks like his front room piano to “analyse” the opening & closing music from Bullseye: because it’s very funny.