Music and Memory

They say I am smart. But really, I am not. I just have odd ways of knowledge acquisition, including its retention and application. For example, I listen to music when I study. *roll your eyes here*. Who does not, right? See, I do it differently. I usually put on one song, especially studying for a big exam. I loop the song while reading, more likely mapping out the pages. I bind the words and understanding to the beats and parts of the song. It's like recording over the song without losing the song itself. 

Now this one is heartbreaking –– running. *What's so sad about it, if you may ask?*. I have not run for ages. When I listen to a playlist or an album like Miley Cyrus' Bangerz, I remember what year, which park, how far I run, oh I can even recall my pace and breathing. Just picturing those moments with each stride is actually something to look forward to, perhaps next month. A kilometre is doable, I believe so.

Ex-boyfriends and mixtapes. Yes, perhaps they are my favourite. They are gold! I like JK's the most. He tells me that I remind him of Coldplay's Yellow; that I am yellow... and Afghan Wig's 66, which euhmm well.. go figure. Oh I have smoked my first weed with JK. May he rest in peace. 

Finding pure love in music is my existential indulgence, if I do not call it outsourcing at times. There are particular songs which are stamped with such innocence. The very reason why I like most Miley Cyrus' songs. I am always able to extract such valuable energy embedded in the rhythm, beat, or lyrics.

The irony of it all, I do not know how to make music, or play an instrument. I just listen.

sC