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Kenneth, a Mongolian gerbil with an attitude problem, woke up with a jolt. His mouth tasted like the bottom of a birdcage just before it was changed. His eyes were crusty, and didn’t want to stay open. Kenneth didn’t remember where he was, what he was, or even why he was. That last one he wasn’t sure he had ever known. Then it came back to him. He was on tour with his jazz-vampire-fusion band, Count Bloody Basie, through the German Ruhr district. Darn that jetlag, Kenneth thought and ate his bandmate’s triangle strap, thinking it was zebra jerky.

Music pairing: What’s The Frequency, Kenneth? by REM

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