Sacks again.
This is perhaps the last of the Sacks posts. Third in a row, that and music; maybe I'm starting something? perhaps. Few subjects can hold my interest like those of brain injury and music.
I finally got a take a peek at Oliver Sacks' iPod playlist. Of course, he doesn't have an iPod -- "I'm too low-tech," he claims. On that playlist, all ten songs are classical music. He is profoundly affected by it, he says, it's what he grew up on. But whereas he says he was never really exposed to the popular music of his day, I was; so his tastes run almost completely to the classical, whereas I merely have a soft spot for it.
A profound soft spot, I might point out. Classical music still affects me like no other. True, there are many more modern pieces that can drive me to tears. But classical music is my first love, and she will never leave me, even if everyone else does.
I find it at least mildly interesting to note that I have many of the songs that Sacks lists. I am listening to one of them now. Many of my copies of the songs he mentions are not the exact ones he mentions; mine are by different performers. But still.
This feels like the end-of-the-road for this avenue of exploration. Somehow it feels more or less resolved in me. I don't really know what else to say, other than I still want to be studied, especially by someone so luminary as Sacks. And I will continue Seeking. Even through my struggles and travails, I will continue seeking my own truth, my own happiness, my own solace. It's just too bad that I have such a battle with depression, huh?
I wonder what life would be like without depression, without head injury. I'd be a very different person, I say truthfully, and with a wistful smile.
I finally got a take a peek at Oliver Sacks' iPod playlist. Of course, he doesn't have an iPod -- "I'm too low-tech," he claims. On that playlist, all ten songs are classical music. He is profoundly affected by it, he says, it's what he grew up on. But whereas he says he was never really exposed to the popular music of his day, I was; so his tastes run almost completely to the classical, whereas I merely have a soft spot for it.
A profound soft spot, I might point out. Classical music still affects me like no other. True, there are many more modern pieces that can drive me to tears. But classical music is my first love, and she will never leave me, even if everyone else does.
I find it at least mildly interesting to note that I have many of the songs that Sacks lists. I am listening to one of them now. Many of my copies of the songs he mentions are not the exact ones he mentions; mine are by different performers. But still.
This feels like the end-of-the-road for this avenue of exploration. Somehow it feels more or less resolved in me. I don't really know what else to say, other than I still want to be studied, especially by someone so luminary as Sacks. And I will continue Seeking. Even through my struggles and travails, I will continue seeking my own truth, my own happiness, my own solace. It's just too bad that I have such a battle with depression, huh?
I wonder what life would be like without depression, without head injury. I'd be a very different person, I say truthfully, and with a wistful smile.