Musings of a land-locked cruiser who spent 10 years in the Caribbean on her sailboat. A sailor never forgets the sea, the islands - exploring the beaches, hiking trails and tropical rain forests. Busy island towns with local markets, filled with reggae music, rastas and island ladies selling their fruits and vegetables. Ocean passages with starry nights and flying fish, dolphins, no land in sight - I miss them all. http://amzn.com/B009RCO02G
Monday, December 10, 2012
Mental Jukebox
I like music, I have it on in the car all the time. Whenever I walk for exercise, I have my little MP3 player going, all different kinds of music. If I'm doing housework, painting, I have music on to make it more fun.
Sometimes, in the morning, I wake up slowly and I have a song going through my head. I never remember the dream I was having that may have included it. Maybe there was no dream, maybe it just popped into my mind or maybe it was next on my mental playlist. But it's there, and I can't get it out of my head until I get more music into my head to replace it A lot of the time, it's something I haven't heard for a while, could be months since I've heard it - was my mind just missing it and wanted to hear it? Most of the time, it's music I like, so it's not a problem. I usually enjoy what's playing in my mind.
One morning, I woke up to a song running through my mind, and of course, I can't remember now what it was. It was a song that I didn't like, REALLY didn't like, and my brain was repeating that chorus. I had to find something else to listen to before it really annoyed me. Whatever my theory is on this jukebox, I can't explain it playing music I don't like. It was obviously something that was popular at one time and there was no way I could avoid hearing it.
I have no explanation for this, but most of the time, it's enjoyable. Here's hoping if you have the same thing happening, it will be music you like. I can't believe I'm the only one this happens to.
Betty
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