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So years ago, when time functioned differently than it does now, I memorized tapes. Lots and lots of tapes of music. So memorized that even now I'm trained to know when to flip from the 'A' to the 'B' side, that I only have to hear one song to know the order of every other song that comes after it, have every breath the singer takes in each and every song memorized.
(Then again, sometimes I can *still* recognize which episode it is after watching less than twenty seconds of a scene from "Hogan's Heroes.")
It's very soothing to listen to this Christine Lavin tape again.
There's this weird physical reaction I have to music. Usually at a crescendo, or when a choir is singing all at once, four or five different parts that compete for attention but still somehow intertwine and complement each other, or when the soloist sounds particularly clear and pure and strong and gorgeous. There's a buzz in my upper lip and elsewhere in my face, and a shiver that creeps--up my arms? Through my chest? Down my back? It's a very particular physical reaction that I only get under specific circumstances while listening to music and it's hard to describe when I'm not feeling it.
And a great big cuddle goes out to troyswann, who knows how poor I am and yet how desperately I need more than three LJ icons at any given time. :-D
(Then again, sometimes I can *still* recognize which episode it is after watching less than twenty seconds of a scene from "Hogan's Heroes.")
It's very soothing to listen to this Christine Lavin tape again.
There's this weird physical reaction I have to music. Usually at a crescendo, or when a choir is singing all at once, four or five different parts that compete for attention but still somehow intertwine and complement each other, or when the soloist sounds particularly clear and pure and strong and gorgeous. There's a buzz in my upper lip and elsewhere in my face, and a shiver that creeps--up my arms? Through my chest? Down my back? It's a very particular physical reaction that I only get under specific circumstances while listening to music and it's hard to describe when I'm not feeling it.
And a great big cuddle goes out to troyswann, who knows how poor I am and yet how desperately I need more than three LJ icons at any given time. :-D