Morning Reports

DAY 15

Jan 15: Done

I gradually started sounding Melancholy Hill in my head this morning and had to play it to conjure it out.

Then all Gorillaz followed in the kitchen, and that put me in a great mood.

That’s often the process, I wake up with a tune stuck inside. Like an itch I have to scratch.

Music is a major mood regulator, a brain massage to relieve emotional tensions.

It’s not always acceptable compositions, I do listen to a lot of crap depending on how itchy my brain is.

Metal is great for inflammations, pop for tickles, classic rock for pressure points and electronic for percussive relaxation.

Jazz presses a lot of buttons simultaneously and I’m not always ready for it (particularly Coltrane). But when I am, that stuff makes deep ripples under the surface.

Then there’s everything else, an entire universe of vibrations to manipulate my mind… I don’t know why I felt the need to classify them, the range is really too wide to attempt order.

What a wholesome gift to consciousness. If there’s ever another civilisation reaching us, I hope for music to be the touch point.

Not an original idea… Close Encounters of the Third Kind has set the tone, and Dostoevsky foresaw redemption: Beauty does save the world.

I must have written it somewhere before. That Music tames the snake.

When existential confusion strikes, and raw wires get crossed, a tune will enchant the circuits and make that primal dragon swirl.

Where did I put my headphones?