It’s the oddest thing. I wake up hearing music in my head every morning. This has been happening for a couple of weeks. Sometimes it’s “Destiny” by Zero 7, other times it the theme tune for the BA advert. I’m not dreaming scenes or people or events of the day in some twisted montage involving random, twisted, frightening things like circus clowns or hedgehogs having tea in my kitchen, just music.
I’ve decided to start keeping track of the music I hear to see if there’s any correlation between what I hear throughout the day and what I’m dreaming. The most disturbing one so far is “This Never Happened Before” by Paul McCartney. I can’t for the life of me account for that one. Ouch.
It did however get me thinking about music in general. What is it, I wonder, that determines what we listen to? How is musical taste developed? My Dad was into Bob Dylan, Mom was into Abba. My brother got me into all things involving the Cure, New Order, Siouxie and the Banshees, Duran Duran and The Smiths. By university I was listening to Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Smashing Pumpkins and Stone Temple Pilots. These days it’s Cut Chemist, Royksopp, Lyrics Born, Bent, Chemical Brothers and Basement Jaxx. (Having said that Jimi Hendrix has always been there and always will be).
Just for fun, think back to the different incarnations of your music tastes. What sort of memories do they bring up? Think back over your life and your own personal soundtrack. Pick a time in your life and draft a memoir involving music that meant something to you at that moment.
Writing Prompt: Dreaming in music