One morning I was walking through the tenderloin in San Francisco at 4:30 AM. This is probably the worst addict infested neighborhood in San Francisco, usually loud, busy and dangerous. But it was too late for the night owls and too early for the morning people. It had been raining and I could hear my footsteps echo off my surrroundings as I walked along . There were only a few people out on the street cleaning up. I started hearing Jimi's "The Wind Cries Mary" in my head. I think the line "A broom is wearily sweeping up the broken pieces of yesterday's dreams" started it going. Unlike other times I got a song stuck in my head that I actually like. It became my own personal soundtrack that morning. Anything like that ever happen to you?