These Things: How Do I Have This Music?

The true sign of intelligence is not knowledge, but imagination. - Albert Einstein

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There is a bass line stuck in my head that somehow escapes through my lungs and voice and I hear myself humming and hearing the steady arpeggiated chords played on a synthesizer. If I lightly clench my teeth and force the air through, it almost sounds like the sound I remember or think I remember hearing. I use my tongue against the roof of my mouth to add a type of plosive, lingual plosive, for percussive effect on the attack of each note. I imagine I am a synthesizer, that this tune came from inside me. No, that this tune came from a space inside me that when I’m working to evolve as a human being I connect with. I imagine this space, this self, my-self, as a concentric overlapping of other selves, or consciousnesses, or fundamental frequencies as I understand from my limited understanding of Jungian psychology. I’m pretty sure this bass line comes from the program ad for Echoes on PRI radio but it’s also inside me somewhere.

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