day sixty-three - soundtracks
Glen Gould’s score of The Goldberg Variations by J.S. Bach
Music has, and will, always be part of my life. It is integral to every part of my being, and every experience I have. It is an incredible language that can bridge cultural boundaries and speaks in ways and of things that words are simply inadequate at conveying.
I’ve been physically surrounded by music my whole life. Both my parents are ridiculous musicians, as is my sister. The house was rarely quiet with anything from my parents practicing piano, or my mother singing around the house, to torturous county music emanating from my sisters room. We’d attend concerts regularly and sang together in choirs. I’d be practicing whichever instrument I was obsessing over at the time, or attempting to get a few more plays out of the cassette tape as it wore dangerously thin.
In between all of this, was the music in my head, latching onto jingles in the background, replaying part or full songs I’d heard, putting a bass line to an odd rhythm the washing machine made, or making up new melodies, rhythms and songs. Some of it was good, much of it was bad, but it was all music… literally all the time.
I thought that this was normal. Not necessarily the family aspect, which always seemed like I was very lucky to be part of, but how music permeates the brain constantly. How it is part of every moment, thought, and breath you take as a human. How it doesn’t stop, not even in your dreams.
You hear of people saying “Imagine if your life had a soundtrack, and the music started to get sinister when you went down the wrong alley…”. My beef wasn’t with the lack of a soundtrack, more so a concern that the composer couldn’t see into the future and may not be observant enough for any tangible safety benefits.
It was probably around eleven or so when I discovered that not everyone heard music constantly. I was in disbelief and then shock. Was this true? Surely not. Perhaps they’re just messing with me. Maybe there is something wrong. How can you not have that going on in your head?
I freaked out for a while, but gradually a different perspective or understanding came to me. That is can be impossible to really know what’s going on inside someone’s head. That normal is relative. That different isn’t a synonym for bad.
To this day, I don’t know if there is something diagnosable that’s wrong with me and the constant music in my head. I don’t know if it’s rare or not, but I don’t care. I wouldn’t change it for quids. It’s the only way I know how to be and can bring me great joy. And if I don’t like the tune, I can always think of something else.
Link of the day - Soundtracks Archive - Kilt Life Crisis
https://www.kiltlifecrisis.com/archive/soundtracks
(Arch)I’ve put all the soundtracks from the previous journal entries on the one page so I can easily peruse them, and on the (very) off-chance that someone is looking for an old one, they’ll be easy to search though.
Soundtracks of the day - other than the constant barrage of anything and everything?
A Day in the Life - The Beatles
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=usNsCeOV4GM
Goldberg Variations - J.S. Bach performed by Glenn Gould
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aEkXet4WX_c
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E49E1VEmOhM
Old broken and re-dubbed 3 times cassette soundtracks of the day from one of my favourite childhood albums - Sydney By Night - James Morrison - Postcards from Down Under
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GBcOpcfiSq8
Freshwater Girls - James Morrison - Postcards from Down Under
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tv8PWfo_P5Q
Soundtrack from my sisters room of the day - To Know Him Is To Love Him - Trio (Emmylou Harris, Dolly Parton, Linda Ronstadt)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IRBZN8V2Fa4&
Link of the day you may need to follow after listening to that last track - How to Self-Decontaminate after a Radiation Emergency
https://www.cdc.gov/nceh/radiation/emergencies/selfdecon_wash.htm
