- I am a very rhythm-oriented person. I notice when music sync's up with things around me. Apparently, I've been this way since I was little. My mom tells a story of when I was about 4 years old, sitting on the bathroom counter as she got ready to go somewhere, and I asked her if she could hear the fact the the faucet was dripping to the pattern of some song.
- The funny thing is, now, as I'm driving along and listening to music, I impulsively time things to the song playing. I will turn my turn signal on, on beat. At night, if I need to flip my brights on or off, I will do so at precise times. It's a mostly unconscious action, but sometimes the timing gets my attention. It's just cool when (like earlier tonight) I am about to pass an oncoming car, for whom I turned my brights off, and as I flip them back on, it happens to be right when a song makes a great change. I just love that. It makes me smile.
- Remember the car commercial where the guy drives down the block and everything happening on the street is in perfect tempo to his windshield wipers? I wish that: 1) My life was like that, even for a day, or 2) I had come up with that idea.
- I remember reading Tad Williams' book, "Otherland" (Vol. 1), which takes place some time in the future, and there's this killer who had an implant put in, which allowed him to orchestrate music in his head. It was an implant in his ear, so he was actually hearing it. I would do anything to have one of those.
- Along with sending chills rushing through me, beautiful and powerful music brings tears to my eyes. It doesn't necessarily have to do with lyrics. It's just the sheer, overwhelming...sound. It's good for my soul.
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