jennyishere wrote:
b9 wrote:
well i will refrain from commenting on other people's posts because i am not good at communication which is based on innuendo, so i will say nothing with respect to other peoples posts.
the topic title refers to song lines/lyrics (which are the same thing) and i most often do not care about lyrics because they always say mundane things (according to me) compared to what is "said" by the musical iteration of an abstract idea.
music can say more than words can ever convey. just like "a picture says a thousand words", "music says a million words". i have little interest in lyrics, and i am mostly interested in the structure of music.
so i will post something that i have posted at least twice before on this site, and i implore someone to listen to the music and disregard the fact that it has no lyrics.
it is the most accurate rendition of how i feel when i am out and about in society in my short jaunts away from my home. i think that the caption of the song "g-spot tornado" accurately describes my sensory overload when even pleasant sensations are all forcing their way into my consciousness (when i am not ready for them (like being tickled to a point where one screams in agony and begs the the ticklers to desist)).
just overwhelming is the thrust of this song for me. it is non verbal.
I think I'd be reluctant to venture out into society even for short jaunts if the experience resembled that piece of music, b9.
there are two sides to the song "g-spot tornado". one side is the high pitched external stimulii, and the other is the attempt to assemble it in my mind which is iterated by the lower pitched harmonic stitching of the higher pitched stimulii together to attempt to make a song out of it.
it is a brilliant piece of music, and although zappa was not autistic (i guess), i am impressed that someone can compose such a sonic recreation of what is in my mind when i am in a precarious condition while i am almost overwhelmed by sensations that are rendered in a societal setting . i particularly relate to the focus on irrelevant (to non autistic people) pictorial representations of the musical discourse.
jennyishere wrote:
The closest I ever come to experiencing the sensations evoked by the music would be in a very large shopping mall during the pre-Christmas rush, being jostled by crowds, surrounded by signs and lights, deafened by jangly Christmas carols and people spruiking over microphones and smelling the greasy odours of the food courts. These things don't overwhelm me, as I'm not autistic, but I find them unpleasant, so I try to avoid exposing myself to them.
you are lucky to be able to allocate the sensations you experience to some category. i can not really understand my sensations and relegate them to any category and so i am a victim of perpetual surprise.
i do not enter crowds because they are like quicksand that swallows me and makes it hard for me to get back home with a solid mind.