I say that music such a part of my life that I can't imagine living without it. Yet it's precisely what I do when I feel like I'm really living and not just moldering in a lecture hall like a dusty coatrack that's been forgotten in the corner.
Fictional lives on screen are always accompanied by a soundtrack. And I wonder, do I have a soundtrack? I can't think of a song or a series of songs that could ever portray me. When I'm remembering something, I do not remember music. I get images and voices and smells and tastes, but no music. I don't even remember listening to the music I've played at concerts. I only recall the physical sensations of moving my fingers and reading the printed music.
Music is nice. I feel quite pleasant when I'm listening to the latest tune. But music isn't living. Living is being in the moment, not remembering what you did when you were six or thinking about what you're going to have for dinner or even anticipation, but being completely aware of here and now.
That said, I don't think being lucid is all that different from being blasted by loud techno.
I really shouldn't be procrastinating: Finding Nemo. The trailer from Pixar's newest movie. There are fish. And lots of them. Which era in time are you? I'm in the fifties. Apparently I'm old fashioned. Design your own webzine: A practical guide. Which can also be applied to personal homepages. Too bad the majority of amateur web designers don't take the advice. Hereinmyhead.com. It's a Tori Amos fansite. I stumbled across it when I was looking for info on A Sorta Fairytale (link is to a streaming video).
