How you get what you hear in your head out into the world is a strange mix of muscle memory and a unique perspective. Savants know what I am talking about.
Music is a symbolic language - like math.
It evokes everything - emotions, intellectual thought, love, hate and everything in between. There is the autonomic - a rhythm of 60 to 100 beats will cause an involuntary reaction - it mirrors a heartbeat.
There are voluntary and involuntary reactions.
Some of that is unique perspective - but mostly it is hardwired. What we refer to as a musical ear.
I don't understand the mechanics of why I hear what I do. But I hear music in noise, in whispers of faith and joy and love. I hear music in almost everything I do.
Because it is so very integrated within me it seems perfectly natural to me.
My music issues always stem from my thoughts, not my physical prowess or lack thereof. My fingers are very much slower than 40 years ago and yet my playing is so much better.
My maturing as a person has allowed for the thoughts and sounds in my head to flow fairly easily.
This is not to say that I never have writer's block. I do, frequently. But when I hear something it is easy for me to translate the image into sounds.
I feel harmony more than I did as a kid. I depend on others and appreciate a team effort. As a kid I was the rebel, Cool Hand Luke. I needed no one or anything. That has changed with time. I have come to appreciate people and the ties we make and keep so much.
And yet, except for my very formative years, it has never been that difficult for me to express myself with music.
Call me Rainman.
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