I can pretend that I'm in a jazz club, I have lots of money, and that I don't have to move in a few weeks.
In the vein of not being depressing, this made me smile. If you hate jazz, don't bother watching.
Whenever I hear that song I have to stop what I'm doing and enjoy it. Whenever I hear that song I tell myself, "You need to buy that song, album, whatever." It makes me feel relaxed and (sorry Mom and Dad) sexy, and I should own a song that prompts me to feel good. I tell myself, "Explore the rest of Dave Brubeck's work. It's probably really good." (If you've guessed what the song is after those little hints, congratulations. You've earned a fish biscuit.) (If you know the "fish biscuit" reference, congratulations. You're a junkie like me.)
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