Picture this: you've got a romantic dinner for two planned, with a little iTunes in the background. You are however too lazy to make a play list as most of your music is quite mellow.
BAM. Some old man starts talking about the anatomy of the inguinal canal.
You nervously laugh and jump across the room to change the track.
Things that evening don't really improve.
I've got recordings of myself reading notes about action potentials, as well as a recording of my friend singing and playing ukelele to Five Years Time by Noah and the Whale, very out of tune and even more out of time. And Food, Glorious Food from Oliver. And a recording of another of my friends (male) giggling like a prepubescent girl at the New Moon premiere. And a 30-second clip from Shout by Lulu. All very much moodkillers!