The fact that I’m inexplicably listening to Johnny Cash today doesn’t help much. I’ll wait for everyone to get off the floor after reading that sentence.
I’ll even repeat it. I’m listening to Johnny Cash today. Yes, me. I am listening to Johnny Cash. Country music. You can call it that if you want. I call it really bitter, angry music by a scary man with a scary voice. It’s dark, angry and has bad words like “Son of a bitch.” Yeah.
Lately I’ve lost my sense of musical boundaries. Which I think is good, I suppose. I’m no longer limiting my choices to some sort of arbitrary division based on my demographic, haircut or what kind of underwear I wear. Rather, I’m matching my mood based on the tonal content of the songs.
Lately, though, I’ve lost my musical identity. Or perhaps interest. Or passion. I can’t find something consistent that I enjoy to guide me through my day. I flit from song to song, style to style. I’m a musical chameleon. If I could, I’d listen to physics music. It doesn’t exist, though. Physics can’t be recorded. Everyone sing along now!
Oh yeah!
I'm going to rock out to some Feynman, Paulie and Bohrs! Of course, their best work was done with the wandering minstrel Dirac. Man, I love it when they sing "I Got My Gluon Workin' (It Just Don’t Work in the Corrected Correlation Function $C(n_{2},n_{3})$ as a Function of the Smallest Jet Multiplicity $n_3$ for Different Values of the Jet Multiplicity $n_2$)". But, for sheer complexity, I think Feynman's work with the fifties supergroup Dyson, Feynman, Schwinger and Tomonaga. Those guys were rocking like a cyclotron!
This just proves it. I need new music to make me feel good.
Give me music.
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