When I referred to hearing music in my head yesterday, I was speaking literally, not metaphorically. And wanting to explain to you how that could be, I googled "NPR musical hallucinations." After picking through a few of the entries, I found the radio broadcast entitled Pop Music that I first heard a couple of years ago.
I remember the broadcast vividly ... I was driving through the Hill Country, my radio tuned to NPR, the car winding down Ranch Road 170 in Driftwood, listening to the story of a man who heard music in his head and thought he was going crazy.
I hear music in my head all the time ... not always the words, since lyrics usually escape me unless I make a concerted effort to learn them by rote ... but music, always, almost every minute of every day ... music.
So I listened to the story of the man and of others who have "musical hallucinations" and the talking heads on the radio said, "They're not crazy ... there's nothing wrong with them ... there is a pathway between the ears and the brain that can run both ways ... [and someone theorized] if the sound from the outside stopped, there would be a backflow ... most of the people who have musical hallucinations have one thing in common ... "
And as I drove past La Ventana (the window) I shouted out loud, "They're deaf!"
"They're deaf," echoed the radio.
As am I ... at least virtually so, since I now wear hearing aids that go a long way toward remedying my genetically-inherited deafness.
It makes for an interesting life ... all we are saying, is give peace a chance ...