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I live my life squeezed between The Weakest Link, Father Ted, spiced by the Thin Blue Line and Top Gear every Wednesday Night, and yawning till my eyes water in my office every day, what a terrible way to spend my days on this earth, the only thing that keeps me from going insane is Soul Music by Terry Pratchett, where the background microwave heat left by the original Big Bang right at the beginning of time is replaced by Music - more specifically by an original musical chord, and the Meditating Monks on the Ramtop Mountains are listening to the remains of that original chord that created the Disc World of today; some claim they heard the first sound: One, two; others claim they heard the sound even before that – a sound so big it cannot be contained in our universe – then Music became personified and invaded the World in the guise of a magical guitar in Buddy’s hands, and in order to keep Music With Rocks In strong, Buddy had to die, but Death and his granddaughter Susan came to the rescue, when Music was stopped the universe came to a halt, only Buddy could play a chord to set it going again… This is brilliant material, I’ve lost contact with reality, entranced by the beauty of this allegory of the creation of the universe – with Music a central theme, it gives birth to so many beautiful thoughts…