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November 4, 2004 My Sweetie is a Punk
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Well, it took 20 years but Mike's old punk band now has its first record release: six songs recorded in 1983 and 1984 and pressed onto a seven-inch record on snazzy see-through purple vinyl, put out by Houston's Hotbox Review.
VEX: "New Words for an Old Revolution - Houston Punk '83-'84"
From the liner notes: "VEX, formed in 1982, were part of the second wave of Houston punk bands, ... exhibiting the same penchant for social and class conscious lyrics and a d-i-y spirit that ran throughout the scene. [...] This disk is plastered with enough disgruntled, dystopian, discordant, and disaffected verbal discharge to have you stockpiling ammo and forming collectives for the seemingly imminent societal breakdown, full of catchy tunes you'll find yourself humming as you and your comrades storm a police barricade. -Torry Mercer"
To hear some VEX songs, though not the same ones that are on the record [except one, "Picture on the Wall"] click here.
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November 1, 2004 Hearing Colors and All I See Are Sounds
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When I took driving lessons, which I did at the late age of 21, the kindly old gent who was the instructor told me that my only responsibility is to stay in my lane, pay attention to the piece of road in front of me, and be prepared to slow down. And that's it. Everybody else, and not me, is responsible for the piece of roadway that is in front of them. He told me this because I was overwhelmed by the what seemed to me a frenzied level of activity going on all around me: cars speeding past in the next lane, cars in the opposite lane that seemed disconcertingly close to coming right at me, cars behind me who clearly wanted me out of their way, parked cars alongside that seemed only inches away, and generally cars everywhere turning, swerving, stopping, signaling, lurching, reversing. It's making me anxious just writing about it, actually. Being behind the wheel is, to me, like a circus of overstimulation, and, to make matters worse, one that you have the obligation to navigate without making serious mistakes because the consequences can be grave.
The whole "only worry about the piece of roadway in front of you" theory is fine until you have to merge, change lanes, or make a left turn, none of which I am able to do unless traffic is extremely light. In all those circumstances you have to be aware of at least one other flow of traffic besides the one you are in, and I am not able to keep my attention on two moving objects at once. I know that all of this will sound incredibly stupid and maladroit to people who drive every day. I mention it because an interesting supposition, at least to me, is that not everybody experiences their environment in the same way. When I tried to explain to a psychiatrist years ago why I couldn't drive, or could drive only under limited circumstances, the way I put it is that there are too many things going on at the same time and I can't keep track of them all. She said that wasn't normal. She had no helpful advice, really, but it was interesting to hear her say that she did not think it sounded like a case of simple anxiety. [Not that anxiety is simple.]
The notion that there are differing perceptions from person to person seems to be mentioned almost exclusively in reference to medical disorders in our science-obsessed culture . Dyslexia, for instance, is frequently described as a difference in perception: the way in which the brain receives and translates what a person sees is different in someone who is dyslexic and someone who is not. But as in many such disorders, the line of demarcation between a patient and a "normal" subject is not so clearly defined. There are many shades of dyslexia.
A fascinating neurological condition is synesthesia, in which the senses are mixed and allow a person to, for instance, involuntarily see sounds or taste colors. I first read about it in a book by Oliver Sacks, the famous neurologist. [I don't remember which one, but all his books are great and I recommend all of them to anyone -- if I had to guess I'd say it was in The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat. I don't feel like looking it up right now.]
This paper by Richard E. Cytowic on the subject [all quotes are referenced to this link] is so intriguing that I want to quote much more of it than is practical. We should be curious about synesthesia, its author says, -- and he's a scientist! -- "because of what [it] might tell us about consciousness, the nature of reality, and the relationship between reason and emotion....
"A synesthete might describe the color, shape, and flavor of someone's voice, or music whose sound looks like 'shards of glass,' a scintillation of jagged, colored triangles moving in the visual field. Or, seeing the color red, a synesthete might detect the 'scent' of red as well."
Apparently, synesthesia has been known for three centuries, but it was primarily of interest to artists and philosophers before the field of neurology caught up to it. Kandinsky, the famous Russian painter, was a synesthete, as was Nabokov, [who is, of course, the author of Lolita, but I'd rather link to his butterfly drawings: 1, 2, 3], and the artist David Hockney. Kandinsky, who was interested in the transcendent experience that viewing a work of art might elicit, said, "lend your ears to music, open your eyes to painting, and . . . stop thinking! Just ask yourself whether the work has enabled you to 'walk about' into a hitherto unknown world. If the answer is yes, what more do you want?"
A synesthete might think: "'She had a green name - I forget, it was either Ethel or Vivian.' In this example, it is the synesthetic greenness and not the semantic label that is recalled. In other words, if Ethel is a green blob, the next time you see her you don't say, 'It's Ethel,' you say, 'It's the green blob: therefore, it is Ethel'.... The mental gymnastics through which synesthetes go seem counterintuitively to contradict their claims that synesthesiae are 'simple' and 'natural' memory aids."
You don't have to be a synesthete to employ a similar way of involuntarily organizing your experience. I think we all do it? Why do file folders have different colored tabs? Sometimes you can remember that a given file was blue-tabbed even if you can't remember the name it was filed under, and knowing the color is what allows you to find it. The reason you can remember that the tab is blue is because you originally ascribed some kind of irrational meaning to the color as it relates to the contents of the file, so that, at some later time when you need to retrieve the folder, thinking about the contents of the file makes you think of blue. I find that I store away ideas in my mind in the same way: I might -- without choosing to do so intentionally -- assign a visual shape and a mental storage cubby to a concept as a kind of shorthand so that I can recall it later. I don't choose the shape or where it gets filed; both suggest themselves out of some kind of abstract, illogical sense of being somehow appropriate to the particular concept.
I saw a very old Disney cartoon once, years ago, in which Donald Duck is feverishly rummaging through his mind for something he has forgotten, and his mind is pictured as a library of disheveled, broken down stacks, covered in cobwebs and dust, with random objects scattered about, like sun bonnets and baby carriages. Then, as I think I remember it, although I'm probably making this part up, he would turn a corner and suddenly there would be a monster, or a beach, or butterflies, or an old woman shaking her umbrella at him. It seemed very apt.
This tidbit is neither here nor there, but it seemed too good not to include: "As a group, synesthetes seem more prone to 'unusual experiences' than one might expect.... Unparalleled among my collection of other-worldly experiences is that of a woman who claimed to have been abducted by aliens, and to have enjoyed sexual congress aboard their space craft. Having experienced aliens, she confided, human males could no longer satisfy her."
-More on the synesthete in all of us.
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