i'm into any classical musics -- euro, hindustani, japanese, javanese, be-bop jazz, classic punk and so on -- and i have music always pushing its way into my head.
for the bad music, i just recompose it and knock it down to a resolution -- grabbing it and making it naturally end itself.
one thing though is that the music in my head varies according to my existential state -- i hope i can use that term here without it seeming like some phony sartre thing. i just mean the sum total of my emotions over my intellect-view. and, that there are certain pieces which re-appear and seem to reflect a certain mood -- the same mood, the same music. the weirdest thing is when some of my own composed music appears and i don't remember who's music it is -- but, it so tightly matches how i feel that i have to feel that that's the music truth i found when i composed it -- that it's exactly the music i wanted to hear at that time.
other times, of course, i control the music-in-my-head and compose: i can hear anything on any instrument or set of instruments, and that reality is so very wonderful for me -- the conceptually plastic i-pod! -- that i'm not afraid of the constant molodiya moo'ing of the the turn-over cow of my channel-surfing consciousness.
mike
so, is everyone here pretty much creative and overly bright? i'm taking the chance of just writing how i wanted to talk about the music thing, and hoping someone else sees the style as reflective and not spasmo.