September 17, 2020
Those songs! The tunes we hear while dreaming. They play so vibrantly without skipping like an old fashioned CD. Those songs are endlessly playing and all we’re trying to do is get some sleep. I’m shocked that the music industry hasn’t figured out a way to monetize this connection we have with their beats and lyrics. I’m not talking about streaming on your smart phone or chumming up with your old iPod. Nope. Those songs that somehow someway make an appearance within the moving pictures displayed in your dreams. The experts say that music is a representation of emotion. How it arrives is based on each individual situation. Personally, I’ve always wanted to keep a list of what song was playing the night before. To do some research. To study the layout of words and or lyrics. But I always pull myself back. I don’t listen to song lyrics! It’s my radio weakness. I put up the block on song lyrics way back in the days of Michael Bolton being played 400 times every show. I had to create a mental break in the action so it wouldn’t come across that I was extremely tired of hearing When A Man Loves A Woman. But it doesn’t keep the music from playing late late at night. Is it really hooked up to emotion or is it quite possible that during these pressurized days and nights of Covid, the political elections, protests, forest fires and hurricanes that our minds are dumping. Creating room for more bad news. What’s something easy the system can toss out? I know! The music! The reason why any of this has been brought up is based on my wife waking up this morning talking about a Supertramp song playing in her thoughts last night. A deep cut that radio doesn’t play. I know she’s not watching YouTube videos and streaming isn’t going to touch it. How did the song from Supertramp get into her dreams? How do any of the songs get there? Should we be paying a royalty? I’d be glad to but under one condition. I need to be given the power to hit the next button. If I don’t want the Supertramp deep cut playing then give me permission to leap to the next then the next then the next. Damn! Now it’s time to get up for another workday. And if the experts are right about music being a representative of our emotions, I’d love to know the numbers of those hearing AC/DC and Godsmack. Hardcore Rock during a time when we’re trying to shut out this messy careless planet. The funny thing about that is how we don’t have a volume control. We can’t turn it down or off. Whoa… wait a second. What if while we’re sleeping we’re nothing more than a speaker on a wall or an earbud? A strange place we are in. Let’s go listen to some music!