tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post8470824998346931086..comments2023-09-11T23:57:00.520-05:00Comments on Velvet Sacks: The music in my headLinda@VShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04499621332375290781noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-74159188552466289042007-11-14T17:40:00.000-06:002007-11-14T17:40:00.000-06:00Janet, I'm impressed that you memorize poems for y...Janet, I'm impressed that you memorize poems for your own amusement. I don't think I've ever memorized anything that wasn't a school assignment. Or maybe a poem I wrote and memorized it in the process of reworking it multiple times to get it right.<BR/><BR/>Yajeev, I think that Christmas donkey is gnawing away at your brain.<BR/><BR/>Annie in Austin, the "jukebox" you describe is exactly the way my music works. There's usually a song already playing, but any casual reference to a couple of words that remind me of an obscure song lyric will stop the currently playing tune and replace it, from the beginning, with the just-remembered one. It's so nice to meet "another one of us."<BR/><BR/>Ruth, there are a number of people in my family who do the counting thing. The only things I tend to count are seconds (how long is this red light?) or steps (from my car to the door of Wal-Mart). Both of those counts are conscious, though, and counting (and remembering) the number of steps helps me find my car.<BR/><BR/>Annie (of Little Rock), I sing and hum to myself as you do and for the same purpose: it's soothing. The music in my head serves the same purpose but without disturbing those around me.<BR/><BR/>GTS Val, the concept you raised about being able to see radio frequencies is an interesting one. I wonder if we'd see them bouncing off of us or veering around us--or maybe passing through us. Okay, now you've got me thinking of all the possibilities and I'm picturing someone's mouth opening and closing to the frequency of the garage-door opening.;-)<BR/><BR/>Duly Inspired, meet Ruth who commented above. She counts, too. The finger-touching thing is one I haven't heard of before, but that reminded me of a couple of my own quirks: sometimes I "type" (with my fingers on my lap) what a speaker is saying, and sometimes I "play piano" along with music I'm listening to. Since I've never been trained to play piano, I'm sure some of my fake notes aren't the right ones.Linda@VShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04499621332375290781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-12523680004889163382007-11-09T18:19:00.000-06:002007-11-09T18:19:00.000-06:00I count. I cannot help it and I don't do it all t...I count. I cannot help it and I don't do it all the time but I do count. Steps, ceiling tiles, windows. I also touch thumb to fingers in a repeating way, left to right, right to left, on both hands. And, now, I've just admitted both! Gah!Duly Inspiredhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14667265361131163774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-35772626448207853072007-11-09T09:54:00.000-06:002007-11-09T09:54:00.000-06:00I've done the book thing...a LOT. I'm glad to know...I've done the book thing...a LOT. I'm glad to know now that I am not alone. I don't think I have the music...just often have the earworm thing. LOL, I remember reading once about someone who was picking up radio signals through the fillings in his teeth. Anymore, anything is possible. Have you ever thought what our world would look like if 'frequencies' were visible. With all the cell phone, satellite and radio frequencies...its a wonder we are able to walk through them. Hmmm, this seems like a good subject for Dean Koontz to write about.Golden To Silver Valhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04585559845728927540noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-56371963548772120562007-11-08T20:15:00.000-06:002007-11-08T20:15:00.000-06:00Bingo on reading blindly. It always surprises me ...Bingo on reading blindly. It always surprises me to find I've gone through five or more pages like that.<BR/><BR/>I sing to myself all the time but it's not like what you describe. I think mine is rooted in wanting to soothe myself from life's little stressors.Anniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08273873865160002759noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-73921101285373482302007-11-08T19:20:00.000-06:002007-11-08T19:20:00.000-06:00Counting! I count everything! I'm not sure this ...Counting! I count everything! I'm not sure this is the same thing, but I count everything. Series of numbers! I'll repeat the same series of numbers when I'm doing a repeated thing. When I enter the code for my garage, at the same time I'm saying 1, 3, 5, 2, 6. I have not idea what that is for, nor what it means. I have no code or number in my life that even faintly resembles it. Note there is no 4, so I'm not counting...any ideas what this is about??? I would certainly prefer music! OCD perhaps?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-11925012480082182252007-11-08T15:36:00.000-06:002007-11-08T15:36:00.000-06:00It's not constant for me, VelvetSacks but the musi...It's not constant for me, VelvetSacks but the music can fill a fair percentage of the day. Sometimes I can figure out a logical connection to the selections on the playlist - like realizing a phrase in the newspaper started the song. Just the mention of a name similar to a singer or composer will lower the record to the turntable in the jukebox of my mind. <BR/><BR/>I once asked a group of my sibs and cousins if anyone else woke up in the morning with a song in their head - only a few people knew what I was talking about, and they were all amateur musicians. <BR/><BR/>Annie at the Transplantable RoseAnnie in Austinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14662139490401110432noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-76082753339927776862007-11-08T12:56:00.000-06:002007-11-08T12:56:00.000-06:00chingedy ching hee haw hee haw it's dominic the do...chingedy ching hee haw hee haw it's dominic the donkey chingedy ching hee haw hee haw the italian christmas--<BR/><BR/>--oops, i'm sorry, were you saying something?yajeevhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05723977659004457064noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-19584113621447147652007-11-08T08:09:00.000-06:002007-11-08T08:09:00.000-06:00Yep, been there, done that, got the T-shirt. Excep...Yep, been there, done that, got the T-shirt. Except in the car, I'm reciting a poem from memory (I like to memorize poems to keep my brain working) and realize I have no memory of the trip from one block to the next. Eep. <BR/><BR/>And yeah, I do the same thing with books, I go back and see a word or phrase and think, "oh yeah, I've read that." I say my brain is like a pinball machine, bouncing from one thought to the next, and I've recently wondered if I have Adult ADD. <BR/><BR/>Speaking of ADD, my mom told me that my brothers had trouble paying attention in school (that was long before Ritalin.) I started wondering if having a brain like a pinball machine is actually <I>normal</I>, we just need a way to train our brains to stay on one subject at a time instead of simply medicating them.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-82016369158986603012007-11-07T22:40:00.000-06:002007-11-07T22:40:00.000-06:00Creekhiker, I've never considered it a skill. Eve...Creekhiker, I've never considered it a skill. Even though I enjoyed the music, I wondered how big a stretch it would be from hearing music to hearing voices. That thought, of course, sparked my imagination and created mild concern that I might go all Son-of-Sam someday.Linda@VShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04499621332375290781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-88143629412436870782007-11-07T22:05:00.000-06:002007-11-07T22:05:00.000-06:00I do the book thing and get so annoyed when I real...I do the book thing and get so annoyed when I realize I don't know what I've read. But the music in my head is more of the earworm variety. <BR/><BR/>Velvet, you do have so special skills there!CreekHiker / HollysFollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14987597104795294851noreply@blogger.com