The Voice of God

The most ironic thing just happened. I went to Storycorps today to record an interview (me being the interviewee). This is an oral history project started recently and somebody at the Hungarian Cultural Institute decided that Hungarians living in the U.S. should participate. So I responded to a request and signed up to tell my story. I went mostly because I really want to take my uncle's wife, Zs. (of New Haven) so she can tell her life story with the irony, interest and cleverness that she always talks with. I love her and want to keep a record of her amazing-ness. I always regretted not recording my grandmother's stories, which are now slowly disappearing (being re-written?) in my gradually less and less reliable memory.

So I went. The interview was fun (it was done by a "professional interviewer" rather than a family member or friend, which is most often the case) and I got a CD with the recording, which will also be archived in the Library of Congress along with tens of thousands of others. As I am uploading the CD on my wonderful Mac, I-tunes very helpfully finds what the recording should correspond to and... it is: THE VOICE OF GOD (by Brad McGlendon from the album "Releasing the Power of Prophecy"). Total coincidence, obviously, but could it get more hilarious? I think not.