Is it just me, or...? Mystery 1

I often ponder questions which probably never cross other people's minds, or, if they do, they pass so fleetingly as to be considered utterly meaningless. Nevertheless, these questions prey on my mind until I finally have to ask someone (if only to confirm that I am NOT entirely fruit-caked). Almost inevitably I am met with either indifference or befuzzlement. (As in, "Why the hell would you even think that?" kind of befuzzlement.)

For example, I have discovered recently that no-one else shares my confusion about The TV Show Paradox (Why do we NEVER get to see the final episode of TV shows, even in re-runs? I've seen the same four (tedious) episodes of Friends a million times, and never seen the final episode). Nor does anyone I know ever ponder the significance of why the days of the week are not 10 (a nice, round number). In fact, I'm sure there are infinitely logical reasons for such things, but I don't actually know what they are.

So, my great mystery of the week is whether everyone sees music in spectacular multi-coloured hues and shapes? I mean, it can be quite an awesome experience sitting on the train listening to Nina Simone and seeing swirling, undulating rich violet ripples, ebbing and flowing to the beat. I'm pretty sure everyone gets these kind of goosebumpy experiences when they hear something that blows their mind. I'm not quite sure if the same feeling applies to all pop music - James Blunt has never given me a hallucinogenic sensation. In fact, I doubt he could make me feel anything more than enraged at his utter blandness.

As for Nina Simone - her songs are always the most gloriously smooth, thick waves, like her voice, in an array of rich colours. I bloody well love Nina Simone, I do. Radiohead, on the other hand, is a pulsating black mass of tormented souls...and I like Radiohead, too. Queen is inevitably spectacular starbursts and swirls, in an array of ridiculous colours and burlesque-style dancing girls (for some unfathomable reason). The Gorillaz get dark olive and black spikes and a vortex into a strangely pleasant hell.

Unfortunately, it does tend to be very distracting when I'm cycling - I have to stop thinking about the music or I get oblivious to where I am. On the plus side, I've never found the need to take acid.

But anyway, I think it's probably quite common to see music and words in glorious technicolour... But even so, I don't actually know if anyone else DOES see what I see. I'd like to think they do, because it makes music a real pleasure. For one, I can always tell if a song I hear is going to be a long-standing love of mine, or a passing affair - just by the way it looks. If it's bold and memorable, and tangible, then I know it's a keeper. If I can barely see the shapes and colours, then it'll be a passing phase, and I'll enjoy it while it lasts.

Anyhoo - the blog. Well, I doubt many people even bother getting past the lack of gossip, so it's highly unlikely peeps are going to read this. The upside? No-one will bother to go tell others that I am well and truly overdue a short trip to the local psychiatric facility. Either way, I won't get much of an answer - yay or nay - but at least I've asked it out loud.