I've been thinking about those visions again...the blackboard and the piano keyboard ...and I've realized that there's something else I do without thinking, but it isn't related to sight. I call it involuntary playback. I believe we all have the ability to some extent (how else could you have a song stuck in your head?)
On a completely different note (argh), I walked into a rescheduled piano lesson once not too long ago to the sound, unsurprisingly, of the kid before me. I sat down to wait until he was finished, but my teacher, upon noticing me, decided to use me as an audience.
Earl (to student): 'Why don't you play your theme song for her?'
What he began to play was, well, eerily familiar. I just couldn't fathom why...it didn't seem like the sort of piece I would listen to for pleasure. Yet although it resounded in the depths of my memory and was clearly a well-known tune, it didn't seem like it was music of twinkle twinkle little star immortality. I identified it only moments before the end...it was Sousa's Liberty Bell march.
If you aren't sure what I'm talking about or why, congratulations on being less of a loser than I am. And then go watch some Flying Circus.
My writing's deteriorating, and it's time for me to close up again.
Well, that worked.
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