From Thom Hickey’s “The Immortal Jukebox”, a post on a truly great film and a truly great (among the greatest – along with those of the great Bernard Hermann) – love the other versions especially Martin Carthy’s ….
You listen to a piece of music; a song or a symphony and by some miracle of neuro-chemistry it is encoded into your memory.
It may lie dormant there forever more.
Or, it may be a recurring theme in your mind – a faithful companion as you navigate life’s crooked highway.
There is no predicting when a certain piece of music will leave the draughty halls of memory and voila! suddenly be right there playing at the forefront of your mind.
Sometimes the trigger is a person you suddenly think of decades after you last met.
Sometimes the trigger is a return to a place you once lived in when you were young and carefree or young and anguished.
Sometimes you have to accept that the recurrence of this piece of music in your life is like so much else – a mystery.
Why I should have woken up last…
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Séamus Sweeney 