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Actual spontaneous jamming broke out yesterday. We were (and technically still are) trying to figure out the chord progression for the fadeout of that fine Police tune "Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic"; Dan had found something he thought was it, but no-one could work it into the actual song. The next thing I know, we're playing the song and Dan and I are actually playing the same thing. Everyone else sort of tailed off in stunned or confused disbelief -- I nearly did too!
"Don't stop, we've got it!"
"We've got something... what the hell is it?"
"Don't stop, we've got it!"
"We've got something... what the hell is it?"