One day some friends of mine and I had smoked some heavy doobies, and we had stayed up pretty late. The birds had started to sing their morning songs, and we all started to realize that the bird’s calls sounded like some kind of post-rock or electronic music. We were so high we thought the birds were singing Kraftwerk.

– Un comentario sonso a un post de Boing Boing acerca de “la biología de la música” y de cómo lo que escuchamos se parece a lo que decimos.