Thanks for another great post, Lo. I never knew what the hippocampus looked like, although I remember reading that it looked like a seahorse. As a lifelong SciFi fan, I often wondered what I would change if I could go back in time. I wrote a song called Time Machine and as I was writing it, I was going through the thought process, not being sure whether I would do it again, to have another shot at decisions I had made, but of course the potential paths are as infinite as the choices we made over the years, and all of them would probably see future's without my wonderful family.
As to dementia, there are wonderful stories of people who have been incommunicado for long periods of time, either remembering music while disassociated from the memories, or coming back with lucidity. It is a shame that more work isn't done in those areas of study, which is probably, sadly, because most of those people don't pay taxes anymore. However, if the effects of pollution in the atmosphere and our environment continue the way they are, Alzheimer's and other forms of dementia may starting occuring to large numbers of people at a much younger age. That being the case, this could be a lot more important.
One of the motivators behind my Stubstack is that with so many songs or works of music, I can relive times that are anchored to them. Most people can tell you what they were doing when they heard certain songs. Sights, smells, people, it all gets anchored in that little library with massive capacity :)
Love this post Lo - so informative! The week Charlie was born I played Radiohead's The Bends on repeat day and night for a week straight. That album can take me right back to that exact space. The last phone call I ever had with Glenn was him calling me and playing Outcast's Hey Ya into the phone. . . . for the entire song. On the day of his funeral, we drove around Adelaide in his car listening to it. His main 3am favorite song was "A Little Less Conversation" so we buried him to that one. You're right, music and Aussie tuck shop foods are both powerful time machines. I'm too scared to eat a pink finger bun. I'll just leave 8th grade right where it is. xoxo
an enjoyable read . . as I sit here flopped, cool & relaxed amongst the retro cushions on the old vintage kitchen armchair ( when I really should be back outside & finishing some landscape gardening I began, but not near completion as yet ! `make hay while the sun shines’ as they say ! But this chair is so superb & hard to get up & out of ! )
I could never imagine a world without Music & Love . . It makes the world go ‘round 🌏
F..king money causes problems every minute, any hour & everyday , somewhere.
I think it’s sad at times, that us humans have been `made’ to rely on money to survive.
When I was 16 ( my older sister snuck me in to a bar 🍷) Jenny Morris was performing live before my very eyes. She chose to sing a cover version of - S.O.S band `Just be good to me’
It was fabulous !👌 So . . ever since that night,
that song always reminds me of Jenny M .
It’s a good memory for me, at my first ‘adults only’ gig in a bar 👍
It really is a shame that so many of our energies have to be directed towards money and survival - thank goodness for music to sweeten that burden! I bet Jenny M would love to hear that story 🎶
‘Time Machine’ is a great title and subject for a song! I also really hope more work is done on the wonderful outcomes of music for dementia patients - I came across a lot of small projects and studies being done as I was researching, so it does seem to be gaining in popularity🙏
Thanks for another great post, Lo. I never knew what the hippocampus looked like, although I remember reading that it looked like a seahorse. As a lifelong SciFi fan, I often wondered what I would change if I could go back in time. I wrote a song called Time Machine and as I was writing it, I was going through the thought process, not being sure whether I would do it again, to have another shot at decisions I had made, but of course the potential paths are as infinite as the choices we made over the years, and all of them would probably see future's without my wonderful family.
As to dementia, there are wonderful stories of people who have been incommunicado for long periods of time, either remembering music while disassociated from the memories, or coming back with lucidity. It is a shame that more work isn't done in those areas of study, which is probably, sadly, because most of those people don't pay taxes anymore. However, if the effects of pollution in the atmosphere and our environment continue the way they are, Alzheimer's and other forms of dementia may starting occuring to large numbers of people at a much younger age. That being the case, this could be a lot more important.
One of the motivators behind my Stubstack is that with so many songs or works of music, I can relive times that are anchored to them. Most people can tell you what they were doing when they heard certain songs. Sights, smells, people, it all gets anchored in that little library with massive capacity :)
Love this post Lo - so informative! The week Charlie was born I played Radiohead's The Bends on repeat day and night for a week straight. That album can take me right back to that exact space. The last phone call I ever had with Glenn was him calling me and playing Outcast's Hey Ya into the phone. . . . for the entire song. On the day of his funeral, we drove around Adelaide in his car listening to it. His main 3am favorite song was "A Little Less Conversation" so we buried him to that one. You're right, music and Aussie tuck shop foods are both powerful time machines. I'm too scared to eat a pink finger bun. I'll just leave 8th grade right where it is. xoxo
Gosh those are such vivid musical memories - I love the idea of the danger lurking within a pink finger bun and Glenn's burial song - beautiful.
I think I prefer seahorses to some of my memories. Bird on a Wire...kicks me in the guts every time I hear it, and I still love it,
Oh yes, allowing ourselves to wallow in something that hurts so good is its own kind of dopamine hit!
Wonderful choice of topic for your story 👍 Lo
an enjoyable read . . as I sit here flopped, cool & relaxed amongst the retro cushions on the old vintage kitchen armchair ( when I really should be back outside & finishing some landscape gardening I began, but not near completion as yet ! `make hay while the sun shines’ as they say ! But this chair is so superb & hard to get up & out of ! )
I could never imagine a world without Music & Love . . It makes the world go ‘round 🌏
F..king money causes problems every minute, any hour & everyday , somewhere.
I think it’s sad at times, that us humans have been `made’ to rely on money to survive.
When I was 16 ( my older sister snuck me in to a bar 🍷) Jenny Morris was performing live before my very eyes. She chose to sing a cover version of - S.O.S band `Just be good to me’
It was fabulous !👌 So . . ever since that night,
that song always reminds me of Jenny M .
It’s a good memory for me, at my first ‘adults only’ gig in a bar 👍
Cheers Lo !
ally 🍃 x
It really is a shame that so many of our energies have to be directed towards money and survival - thank goodness for music to sweeten that burden! I bet Jenny M would love to hear that story 🎶
‘Time Machine’ is a great title and subject for a song! I also really hope more work is done on the wonderful outcomes of music for dementia patients - I came across a lot of small projects and studies being done as I was researching, so it does seem to be gaining in popularity🙏