There's this Guster song on my iPod that is only supposed to be six minutes long but some how phantomly turned itself into a 20 minute montage of wonderfully never ending Guster-ness.The six minutes of the normal recording is already this whimsical trip down the yellow brick road. ("Dorothy moves to click her ruby shoes") But when I'm sitting in study hall zoning out to Guster while pretending to read about FDR and the economical boom of the 1920's and suddenly, I look up at the clock and it's been, YES, twenty minutes, I immediately think "Where the hell did all the time go??"Frantically, I'm asking people, "Has it been twenty minutes? Really? You're kidding, I only read three sentences." "Yeah, we know. We were watching you, you totally zoned."Now ignoring the fact that they were "watching me", I'm totally phased. How is it that six minutes of Guster turned into 20 minutes of complete disregard for Franklin Roosevelt. That's my favorite part about music. You get utterly lost but in a good way. The kind of way you search for on those days where you wish you had invisibility powers or the days where you forget that not everyone is listening to the same song as you and you're the only weirdo walking down the hall to a defined rhythm, a beat of your own drum, if you will. ;]However confusing this phantom song may be, I suggest finding the song and listening to it. If it doesn't play for 20 minutes, put it on a loop or something. Because goodness me, it's sooo good :]