I’ve been reading a great Oliver Sacks book lately called “An Anthropologist on Mars”, and decided that it deserved a bit of musical treatment. All the sounds in this one come from the book itself, teased and cajoled of course. The book itself is a bit of a case study of 7 different neurological mysteries, and it really brings home how much I take my senses for granted. For example, the first story is of a painter who has a car accident, and is now only able to see in Grey scale. He not only lost the ability to see color at all, but the memory of color itself is gone. Scary stuff.
Anyway, to any higher power that may or may not exist somewhere in the cosmos or otherwise, thanks for letting me wake up having everything intact today. I’m not saying we all need to drop to our knees and say 87 hail someones, but maybe we should just be more aware of the fact that being able to see what we’re typing and hear what we’re making is pretty cool. Not to be preachy…..not trying to lecture……..you know what I mean….