Let the Music Play – TMI Tuesday – March 25, 2014

I thought that I’d tackle this particular one but as I looked at the questions, I kinda frowned to myself because as a musician, I almost constantly hear music in my head, either songs that already exist or music that only exists in my mind and while pondering all the questions – including the bonus questions – I thought, “Damn, there’s no telling what song is going through my head during these times!”

Like a lot of people, I’ll get a song stuck in my head – they call it an earwig – and sometimes I not only have an earwig but the musician in me will even start rearranging the song and regardless of what I happen to be doing.  But there seems to be an exception or two, namely question #2 and the first bonus question.

When I’m getting kicked in the ass during my sexual release, I’m not aware of any music going on in my head; it’s not quiet in that sense but, um, during climax, I’m not in any shape to be thinking about anything.  It’s such an intense feeling that whatever may be in my head at that moment turns into white noise – that’s the only way I can put it into words.  I will say that before that moment, um, I could be listening to anything in my head, from Bach to something current or my mind could have constructed something just for the pre-release moments; other than being sound asleep, this is probably one of the two moments when I don’t hear the music.

Here’s the other one:  Being angry.  Anger does such a great job of providing focus, doesn’t it?  I’d get mad with my kids and learned to not let my anger with them run the show – the same with any arguments I might have with my baby even though we very rarely argue with each other.  Being angry calls for trying to be calm about being in such a state; you don’t want to say or do the wrong thing in these moments so your thoughts should be clear so you can speak to whatever it was that got you pissed off.  Unlike busting a nut, I don’t hear white noise – it’s like I’ve taken my internal remote control and hit the mute button so that all I hear are my thoughts about being angry and the thoughts required to work through and resolve the issue.

Even as I write this, I have the title song to the movie, “Now You See Me” running through my head; if you haven’t heard it, I think it’s a great piece of music and I’ll even admit that I’ve been listening to it a lot to absorb all the nuances the piece has in it – but, as a musician, that’s something I normally do when I listen to music anyway.  I know that sometimes the music in my head might reflect the mood I’m in… but I really couldn’t tell you what I might be listening to, like, hearing sad or soulful music when I’m feeling down; I mean, I could be hearing something like that… and maybe not – there’s no telling what the jukebox in my head might have cued up at any given time or in any moment.

I just hear music…