The Times has a perfectly useless story on people thinking they hear cellphone rings at random times:

What they are hearing is a barely discernable sound — perhaps chimes, a faint trill or an electronic bleat — that they mistake for the ringtone of their cellphone, which isn't ringing. This audio illusion — called phantom phone rings or, more whimsically, ringxiety or fauxcellarm — has emerged recently as an Internet discussion topic and has become a new reason for people to either bemoan the techno-saturation of modern life or question their sanity.

See, useless, I told you. But I can feel them. When I choreograph a musical, my big dance number will be Steve's Last Night in Town off one of my quintessential high school albums, Ben Folds Fives' Whatever and Ever Amen. But at the 2:55 mark, right as I'm preparing to have my ensemble dancers shimmy downstage, spirit fingers twinkling, rising from the ground to above their heads to surround the lead singer, I'm interrupted by a background telephone ring. And that, dear reader, is no audio illusion.


I'm listening to:
Ben Folds Five- Whatever and Ever Amen
but I'll switch back to Ladytron in a moment. Over time, I've learned that pop showtunes are not conducive to the learning of heart drugs.