Looks like Teen Spirit
I have always liked Laura Barton's writing in the Guardian (she probably writes elsewhere as well, but that is where I see it). Today I think I found out why: she is a synaesthete. Synaesthesia fascinates me, as I suspect it does anyone who does not experience it.
There is another thing that Laura refers to in her article: "People always ask which part of a song you hear first: the words or the melody." I am very poor at spotting the words -- even of songs I know well. For me, music is a complete aural experience, and I find it difficult to concentrate consistently on one aspect of it (although I can tune into different parts from time to time). What about other people -- do you latch onto lyrics, or wallow in the whole?
Here's a couple of other articles that made my heart sing when I first read them, and which are still worth re-reading: on words:
'...my favourite word in songwriting history is actually exceedingly workaday, an unassuming, half-muttered "that", the second-to-last word in Leonard Cohen's Chelsea Hotel No 2: "That's all, I don't even think of you that often." Every single time I hear this line the "that" catches me, as if someone has stepped on the hem of my skirt and dragged me backwards.'
and on the music that is all around us:
'Back in the car, I am so desperate for music that I have become the soak before the liquor cabinet. At this stage, I'll drink anything: the drizzle falling on the windscreen plays like an acoustic guitar; the wipers are a wheezy accordion.'
And she is from Wigan. How much better can it get?
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T-Rextasy
Thanks for alerting me to that - I haven't properly read Laura Barton's articles before, and I didn't know she is a synaesthete. I teach young autistic children, and I keep an eye on current knowledge about synaesthesia, but I have no evidence that any of my pupils have it.
However, the pleasure a tiny bit of music can give some of them is extraordinary. A child I taught last year would be overcome with pleasure if I imitated the opening (just hi-hat and bass) of "We love to boogie" by T-Rex. Another child, who knows very few words, suddenly started singing "Stayin' Alive" in the middle of a maths lesson earlier this year. Conversely, another child is frozen with fear if I begin to sing "Row, row, row your boat".
I don't believe in magic, but music comes pretty close.
The Man Who Mistook His Wife For A Strat
On the subject, I'm looking forward to reading Oliver Sacks' new book, "Musicophilia: Tales of Music and the Brain". Out now.