Post by Candle on Aug 22, 2008 22:06:12 GMT -5
This is an awesome thread---thank you, Kim! I believe the wonder(ful)Mods should consider pinning it sometime.
I truly believe that the music one remembers like this is music that is not only stored in the brain, but in the heart and gut--a body and soul, and spirit, develops a "muscle memory" of music that becomes a part of what makes a person what they are, forever. And no, I don't have any idea of what rhythm means to a deaf peron, or a person with any loss of hearing.
And of course, as I tend to blather, I've not posted! But here is my contribution, for now...
When I was around ... 9?... I'd one of those 'child fevers'--wherever a kid catches them from, I got it bad. I remember the confusion, the nausea, my mom's panic, etc. etc....and the fabric of the living room couch I was put on and the song that was playing at some point when I was delerious.
Godd@nm I cannot abide by brown and blue Paisley or "White Room," by Cream, to this day! Those little amoebas were thrashing around to the tune---gross! I remember screaming for the radio to be shut off (music was my Pacifier, and later on the thing that, thankfully, both my parents realized was a good occupation, tool, and facilitator!)
Oh, and: I still smell the cafeteria food at Stetson West (Northeaster U, Boston, MA) when I hear "Borderline" and "Lucky Star" by Madonna...
...and the smell of good leather when listening to "Holy Diver" and "Rainbow in the DarK' by Dio (my mother bought me my first real leather jacket right before I went to college, and Holy Diver was the soundtrack to that July and August....and when we went to pick that jacket out!)
I truly believe that the music one remembers like this is music that is not only stored in the brain, but in the heart and gut--a body and soul, and spirit, develops a "muscle memory" of music that becomes a part of what makes a person what they are, forever. And no, I don't have any idea of what rhythm means to a deaf peron, or a person with any loss of hearing.
And of course, as I tend to blather, I've not posted! But here is my contribution, for now...
When I was around ... 9?... I'd one of those 'child fevers'--wherever a kid catches them from, I got it bad. I remember the confusion, the nausea, my mom's panic, etc. etc....and the fabric of the living room couch I was put on and the song that was playing at some point when I was delerious.
Godd@nm I cannot abide by brown and blue Paisley or "White Room," by Cream, to this day! Those little amoebas were thrashing around to the tune---gross! I remember screaming for the radio to be shut off (music was my Pacifier, and later on the thing that, thankfully, both my parents realized was a good occupation, tool, and facilitator!)
Oh, and: I still smell the cafeteria food at Stetson West (Northeaster U, Boston, MA) when I hear "Borderline" and "Lucky Star" by Madonna...
...and the smell of good leather when listening to "Holy Diver" and "Rainbow in the DarK' by Dio (my mother bought me my first real leather jacket right before I went to college, and Holy Diver was the soundtrack to that July and August....and when we went to pick that jacket out!)
