These phenomena
One of my favorite things happened today. The music I was listening to as I walked back from class synced up with the world around me. This happens all the time. When I'm walking and the music just seems to suit where I'm walking or I'm on the bus and the music is perfect for staring out the window at the world going by. This happens so often, it's become normal.
But what approaches the sublime is when life either syncs up with the music in a significant way for a long time or matches exactly what the song is doing. Once, walking through Vari Hall and the Ross building and into Central Square, every new piece of sensory information matched the emergence of a new element in "Two Points for Honesty" by Guster (I freaking love Guster). It was incredible.
Today was the other kind. And it seemed the most impossible of all. A guy was walking along tapping his pen on the railing beside him as he went. Nothing special about that. Except that it was the same beat I was hearing in my headphones. Timed Perfectly. Then, he and the drummer of In-Flight Safety played a fill. The same fill. His was a little less melodic but every tap of the pen coincided with every drum hit in the song.
There was no possible way it could have happened. Except that it did.
But what approaches the sublime is when life either syncs up with the music in a significant way for a long time or matches exactly what the song is doing. Once, walking through Vari Hall and the Ross building and into Central Square, every new piece of sensory information matched the emergence of a new element in "Two Points for Honesty" by Guster (I freaking love Guster). It was incredible.
Today was the other kind. And it seemed the most impossible of all. A guy was walking along tapping his pen on the railing beside him as he went. Nothing special about that. Except that it was the same beat I was hearing in my headphones. Timed Perfectly. Then, he and the drummer of In-Flight Safety played a fill. The same fill. His was a little less melodic but every tap of the pen coincided with every drum hit in the song.
There was no possible way it could have happened. Except that it did.