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The Beatles were a band (we're on the same page there?) and one of the more famous (or infamous) tracks on the "White Album" was "Revolution Number 9," throughout which a mystery-drenched voice mumbles "Number Nine" over and over again (which, when played backwards, sounds eerily like "Turn me on, dead man," but that's not the point). All I'm sayin' is: rentals for 99 cents, a 99 dollar machine, all advertised in September (and the only reason it's not scheduled for 9/9 is to get the announcement in prior to labor day), a guitar with an apple for a hole, a resolution of the apple v. apple conflict, nearly no word about an agreement except for the last "we're not coming to any agreements" message, which could have meant "we're coming to an agreement."
My point about "hearing" it is that anyone who has listened to Revolution Number 9 even one time all the way through cannot help but "hear" (in the mind's ear) Ringo or John mumbling it on the album. To say I can "hear" the rattle of Louis Armstrong's voice is not to assert that he is alive, is it?