morning boy's letters on serious matters and commentary on funny things aplenty
I hummed my first song-like, original tune while I was 55% asleep this afternoon.
I have forgotten it now.
It was original. That realization made me fall 100% asleep.
Strange are the ways of the mind… Am happy however. This evening, I wondered if only my dreams were my most original creations!
Patterns of sound, making them using the fingers, I can’t do that. Is that bad for me?
Gyrate to your own music. And what if there isn’t any music of your own.
Am trying to find folks who don’t believe in music’s redemptive powers… Another weird attempt to find like-mindedness.
The rhythm in a book wins over the funny rhymes of silly words set to music. They are mere repetitions of sounds; you can’t call them songs but you do. Let me give you a better word, repesound.
Compare the sounds:
SonuSoni
SoniSoni
NonuSoni
NonuSonu
The 2nd one sounds the least appealing to me. Thought it has appeal.
You can’t hear and I can’t separate my music from my work. And there’s no recording without separation.
Hey Indian news-pelters, we are willing to bear your terrible accent, cadence and voices. You gotta stop using the background music as part of your news.
For all the repetition, pop songs do feel silly.
I love expressing like this, when no one’s watching. Wild dance. No need to match the steps with someone, only the beat and my struggle to match the foot-taps to the beat.
I can read your mind! What a song this one https://youtu.be/NNiie_zmSr8
I can’t seem to tire of this one. Great words. Great rhythm, romance, rock. Rivets me.
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