as of late, ive been having this insatiable desire for just arranged sound; if i say music most people visit this rock n roll or rap fantasy where the direction of the sound is obvious and predictable...thats not what im meaning.
a book that im reading right now, Musicophilia, by Oliver Sacks gives the accounts of different individuals who experience what he refers to as, musicophilia. in essence the sudden unquenchable thirst for music. not necessarily songs...but music. deliberate sound more or less
one particular story that ive read so far is especially interesting. this guy, at a park with family, goes to the pay phone to make a call ('94 no cell) and is struck by lightning. he has an out of body experience and to this day remembers everything vividly. he experiences memory failure for a few weeks but other than that hes seemingly fine. then several weeks after the incident he would wake up in the middle of the night with sounds in his head, not sounds he heard on the radio or anything, his own mind-made music. he had taken piano lessons as a kid but nomore than a few lessons to be sure. he teaches himself how to play just to get the sounds out of his head, all this at age 42. within a year, dude is composing his OWN classical music, on the piano.
strange.
bizarre.
deep. the possesive power that music has. i for one have music in my head virtually all day. be it a song i heard or if i hear an elevator ding, it will lead into song. i guess the almost scary part is, this guy who was an involed family man and accomplished surgeon then dedicated every free moment to music. his wife devorced him and he rarely spent time with his kids. he didnt even mind the aftermath. he saw it as a second chance at life to use music.
you have to admit this notion of music just appearing with such fervor is pretty dern intriguing. the book has alot of scientific hypotheses and offers explinations via natural science and brain activity. whatever. music seems more divine than scientific to me..
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