"Mondegreens can be found in every area of the spoken word, from the record-buyer who asks for a copy the Queen single "Bohemian Rap City" to the schoolchild who is convinced that the Pledge of Allegiance begins "I led the pigeons to the flag." They tend to be about primal concerns: food, sex, animals. Any misheard lyric is an impromptu audio Rorshach test. It can be alarming to discover that significant parts of our brains want pop songs to cover the lyrical topics of cheese, walruses, and clowns. Songwriters take note: There is a large, untapped market for songs about food."
-- Gavin Edwards, "Mondegreens: A Short Guide"
Currently, there are about ten or fifteen people going through the pile and nabbing interesting-looking titles. It's like watching a piranha tank into which has been dropped a side of beef. There are a lot of samplers and new stuff and weird stuff and music of all kinds. Most of it is not first string, top hits kind of stuff, but there are gems here and there in the mix if you spend enough time sifting through the trash/treasure pile. They even provided bags to haul the plunder off to our cubicles and cars. As the Church Lady would say, "How conveeeenient!"
I hauled off with a modest twenty CD's for myself, plus a handful of other lucky-find CD's which I recognized as being favorites of various friends of mine, and I may give the table a second look later, if there is anything left. It appears that I have some more mailing to do. The real beauty of this music bonanza is, since it's free, I can afford to get downright experimental about the music and check out some things that I normally wouldn't think twice about acquiring, if I were paying. There's a lot of obscure stuff, and obscure bands and artists. It was really cool of those guys to drop this on us. Of course, this is a sad circumstance, because after the feast today, there won't be anymore. They used to come over here all the time and drop sampler music on us and now those days are gone. We'll probably get some stodgy old insurance firm in there now. Bleah.