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My daily playlists are my personal indulgence, because I love music, and taking note of what I'm listening to, should it happen to spark a synaptic positron of "oh, I like this" in my brain, is my way of pausing in my diurnal activities to usher in the olfactory assets of rosaceae , so to speak. I forget why I mention this, except that I sometimes feel self-conscious of the fact that instead of the intended word-based exposition of my blogitious expressions, my daily offerings principally consist of a photo I happen to like and a list of music that floated my boat. Er, so, moving right along... This morning when Cream's classic 1967 rock album Disraeli Gears popped up at random in the MP3 shuffle, Gabriel marched into the room with a big grin on his face and declared, "It's School of Rock !" I thought about it, and figured there was a good chance that indeed the song we were listening to was featured in the Jack Black movie, but I wasn't absolute...