Phil O wrote:For me there is no silence. 24-7 there's a song in my head. It's just always there - usually the last thing I heard, but not always. Right now it's "Rusian Sailor's Dance."
The real hell is when the last thing I heard is real CRAP. AAAHHHHHH!!!
Which sort of ties in with this topic...I think.
Phil
Same here.
If I can go long enough sans music though, it dies away.
Rhythms relating directly to my excitement level, etc take over at this stage.
A distant hint of melody gives it continuity, I suppose, but the mostly percussive sounds define the mood and even tie in with breathing and heart rates.
I remember listening to Brazilian-style percussive rhythms in my head right through my 4½ hours' worth of swimming training I used to do every day as a kid.
I didn't even know what "Brazilian" music sounded like, but that didn't seem to matter.
There's always some sort of rhythmic bed, it seems.
Interestingly, I was stunned (twice, as it happens) at the fact that upon setting foot in Australia, the thick, pulsating (at 1½ Hz?) rhythm I took for granted in Africa as an everyday feeling faded to a sparse whisper of its former self.
What was usually inspirational and emotionally supportive became "company".
FWIW, I believe I used to feel this in my chest/stomach, as well as hear it.
Having mostly avoided listening to music for a while now (18-odd years), I've become super-sensitive emotionally to it.
Nowadays, it's a rare piece that doesn't depress me, so I've simply continued to avoid exposure!
Obviously co-dependency love songs, as I like to call them, epitomise my point.
Hope there's something in this for someone...
MM