At least, that is what I *think* it's called. Bum bum. Bahdadadadadah. Da da da da da da.
It always reminds me first of Susan Sarandon in the Witches of Eastwick, encouraging her students to let the music 'tickle, tickle tickle' them. Then I remember music appreciation class in college, the semester of my hell week in sorority pledging. My pledge sister and me in our cardinal and straw with our pledge pins on, listening to classical music and desperately trying to stay awake; extremely grateful for the chance to just sit in class and not run the risk of offending a sister.
Plus ça change.
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