The songs were seamless; they flowed into each other, and you could barely tell them apart. Sure, a tempo change here, a sax featured there, or maybe vibes, but it was the same basic Marx-brothers-esque, hot twenties instrumental leaking from that black box, the one that was perpetually on. As a strict rule it was to be eternally tuned to the CBC,
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