Cliff Martinez - “Maybe You’re My Puppet”

Please listen to the above song while reading this post. You can either download it to your pc (right click, save target as) and play it that way, or open it up in a separate window right clicking and selecting “open in new window”.

Despite my original understanding of it,and much like everything else, all of music can be described by numbers. A song does not really exist beyond our perception of it, but so long as we humans exist, so shall songs–and they shall always be described in numbers. All of tempo and timing is a multiple of some greater signature. No matter how off beat something sounds, on a long enough time line it will fit into some time signature. As a young child, I learned to play “hot cross buns” on the piano by ear. The problem was that I never knew where to start. Usually, i would just pick a note, and everything seemed to work so long as i kept the distance between the notes as they were supposed to be (its a sort of 1-3-5 thing). I discovered that really that all a song contains is a note formula and it can be played in any key, with any temp, volume, and such. These are the numbers and science of things.

**Sometimes I wonder if Robin feels like I do about music–As if, say, QOTSA is his, and is his only. It is part of him and no one quite understands like he does.

**My favorite John Mayer songs have numbers in their titles.

People will often question me about my deficient color vision. Whilst messing around with the grands at our music hall one day, an acquaintance asked “So, what does it look like…to you?” What an impossibly difficult question you ask, brave Mercutio. How can I describe my perception to you? How do I even know what you perceive, so that i can draw some difference for you to examine? How can I make you understand? So played him a song.
“Can you hear it?”
“Hear what?”
“The red…and the green?”
“No.”
“Listen closely.”
“I hear a lot of C’s and D’s.”
“That is what I see.”

This is the colour and the art of it all.

**I believe there are probably a limited number of trait combinations in human beings. I have discovered a doppleganger here in tuscaloosa of most people I know back home. There’s a Mandy, a Joie, a Candace, and a Hailey. There are many more(and mandy moore). The problem now, is that I am beginning to think i recognize people I have never met. I have asked at least 6 people if they lived in montgomery, prattville, anywhere i have lived or went to any school i did because of this incredible feeling that I have met them before. None of them knew me or had any of these things in common with me. I think I may have some disorder that causes me to recognize complete strangers. It’s becoming a real problem.

**Whenever the going gets rough, I find solace in the eloquent verse of Mystikal’s “Pussy Crook.” See below:
“Dick don’t fail me now
I knock that coochie lining out
If I hit one time ya hooked
They call me the pussy crook”