Back in my bad ol’ days, I used to go to a dive called The Old Mill, which is actually what it was, and one night, the wheel literally fell off, taking out the wall and dumping patrons into the frozen creek.
Every night I went there, no matter which band was playing or what time I got there, Immigrant Song was starting up.
On a similar note, when I go to my GP every month, “Crazy Train” usually greets me.
/glitches in the matrix
It’s nice to have a soundtrack for your life. 😏