Music is sometime a tag to memories.
Sometimes I have a play list going when I read a certain book. Then some of those songs will be irretrievably linked with that book. I've heard them playing in my head when I reread.
Sometimes movie themes stick. These days when I read LOTR, the themes play. I hum them along. Tonelessly, I'm sure, to an external audience, but in my head Howard Shore's themes are ringing. Jurassic park, the song plays in my head.
Why am I bringing this up now? Well, I've been learning to play the Jurassic Park theme. And I discovered it works the other way too. As the music starts out soft and hopeful, I see the embryos, the wonder of the paleontologists, when the music is triumphant and proud, you can see the might of man and the fulfillment of the park's creation, the slow sinister notes, bring back the glitches and the eerie promises of doom, the crashing in the minor scales spiralling, those are the horrible bits. And some bits have some scenes attached.(Sigh. I want it to be true. I want to see a tree trunk and realise the brachiosaur. And to see the forests of the Costa Rica; that's at least possible)
Anyway, I think I play this song better because I have such a full feeling for the song. I know what the tune is saying, what it needs to be. It's astonishing how much better it sounds compared to my more complicated and critically better played pieces. I recorded myself playing it and when I play it back I can hear myself thinking.
Bloggy. You're very limiting. What I want to do, is play music to you, download my memories into you. There is only so much one can do with words.