A few weeks ago, I heard an NPR story that has stuck in my mind. It was a story about people who have a neurological disorder such that they hear music in their brains all of the time. I occasionally get a song or tune stuck in my head (I call it being tortured by tunes) but I cannot imagine hearing music all of the time. It would be your own hellish soundtrack.
I thought of that story this morning as I attended a teacher's workshop held in a large lecture hall at a local university. The speakers were using a microphone that was picking up a radio station. The music was faint but persistent. The first song I could make out was Guns and Roses singing "Sweet Child of Mine." But here was the weird part: no one else at my table acknowledged the music. We just sat there listening to the Dean of Something ramble on while Axl Rose quietly crooned.
This late in the day, I really have no idea what the speakers said. All I can hear is Guns and Roses.
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That does not make for a productive day. I will have to search for that piece - I wake up almost every morning with a song in my head. It is a distraction... but it usually becomes background noise when I put on NPR. This morning I have June Carter singing Darling Companion - love her voice.
Whenever someone mentions Sweet Child o' Mine, I am legally, morally, and ethically obligated to send them this link:
http://www.mcsweeneys.net/2006/7/11moe.html
And Dude Looks Like A Lady has been blaring through my head all week, courtesy of my Mrs. Doubtfire marathon.
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