Aziraphale smiled. He really needed to forget everything - Beelzebub wanting him dead, Crowley being so distant, his superiors being so overbearing...

He decided to ignore the alcohol for a minute and walked over to the machine. "Well, you push this doohicky and turn this thing, and... ah ha!" He gestured to the screen. "We pick a song and sing. No harm in it. ... Though a bit of shame..."