I live breathe and sometimes eat sound. It goes way beyond music, although that is a big part of it. I love listening. The saddest thing to me would be to lose the ability to hear. Even sounds that are not so pleasing to the ear are interesting to me, a bona fide card carrying sound addict.
How do you know if you are a sound addict? First of all you spend a lot of your waking hours asking “do you hear that?” If you are a sound addict your focus is always on that noise the heating system is making…or the rattle in the engine while you drive. I almost always drive with radio on so I can’t hear what sounds to me like the car self-destructing under my behind.
Second of all you will have a particular way to describe sounds. Sounds are not just loud or soft, high pitched or low…they are mosquito fart high. Or elephant belch low.
Don’t tell a soul but I see sound in color. Bass notes range from inside of your skull black to royal purple. High frequency sounds can be yellow or even white. More purple please!
Lately I have found that I can not concentrate too well if there are interesting sounds within my ears. To try and carry on a conversation when there is good, loud music playing is for me almost impossible. And the harder I try to focus on the person speaking to me the further away my attention wanders. I must seem rude and I apologize in advance. It’s just my addiction in action.
Sounds like no others.
The soft but resonant pop of a cork being pulled from a bottle of wine.
The birds waking up outside of your window tuning up for the day.
A foghorn and the ocean.
A loved one’s sigh during a hug.
These are the noises that to me become sweet melody.