There is something indescribable about listening to a good song for the first time. It seems each repeated tour through the song never matches the initial interpretation. Maybe I am just a bit over-analytical, but I can’t help but feel a certain way while musical notes fill the innards of my ear canals. I plopped down onto the sofa and simultaneously grabbed the remote control for my stereo system. Undecided what to put on, I simply pressed “shuffle.”
I have spent a great deal of effort positioning speakers around my apartment so I get the best acoustics. As the opening notes of “Melodic Riff” took over the airwaves I found myself at peace. The song was off Loose Tooth’s first album and I was instantly reminded of the first time I heard it. The nostalgia overwhelmed me and I drifted off into a state of loose sleep.
I am not really a lucid dreamer, so when I do have a memorable dream I try to write down the gist of it in a notebook. Most of the writing is unintelligible, but recently I had been having this series of dreams that were very interconnected. Each time the dream begins, I am aware of myself as a young boy. I must be around ten or so, based on the people surrounding me. The most fascinating part of this is my own realization of being young. It is as if I am only ten, but I have all the knowledge and experience of somebody twice my age.
To be continued…