Music fills my brain.
Out of everything that fills my brain, music is by far the easiest for me to remember. From way back when I was a little boy listening to School House Rock and TV Theme songs, until today when I can listen to screaming thrash metal and know every word. For some reason, music and lyrics stick in my brain.
Sure, we all get ear worms from time to time. Many of those can be annoying. For me, it’s different. I can hear a couple of notes from a song I hadn’t heard since ’73 and BAM! There’s the song, in my head as if I’d just heard it a few minutes ago. I don’t get it.
I’ll walk through the supermarket and I’ll start humming and it’ll be a polka tune. I haven’t been to a polka since I was 5 or 6. Why? Why are these songs there? How did they take up residency in my brain and refuse to leave?
I wish it worked like that with things like…spell? Math? The plots of my books. Grammar rules!
But no. My brain decided long about that it was a repository for music and that’s what it does. It remembers music. <sigh>
At any rate, on the writing front: Still progressing.
On the reading front, I picked up Scott Ian’s I’m The Man. I appear to be on an autobiography kick. I’ve got Suzy Quatro’s book in my queue as well. We’ll see what happens there.
I watched Q: Into the Storm this week while working out and finished it. I’m still letting that one soak into my brain before I think about if I want to write a review on that one or not. That’s all I’ll say about it for now.
It’s been a long week. I plan to get much done this weekend.
Until Next Time!