Last night my family was engaged in a vicious round of the pop-o-matic board game "Trouble". My wife plays a bloodthirsty style and was unflinching in sending our sons back to the start of the game. She turned her relentless win-at-all-costs attention towards me and i started singing the chorus to "cut-throat" from this #sepultura album. My middle son started joining me in throaty unison and i pulled the song up on my phone so he could hear the real deal. He and i were the only ones enjoying the playback. It made me realise that i am constantly scoring the soundtrack to my life. My obsession with music has led me to a vast catalog to choose from and its rare that I'm in any situation and do not have an apt song playing in my head. I'm not saying I'm as good as Wes Anderson or either of the "Guardians of the Galaxy" movies but it is a soundtrack that rarely stops. When i was younger i used to hum and sing to my drawings (still do). If i were drawing an army tank i would rattle "taps" or belt out the theme song from "First Blood". I don't know if it was because i spent a great deal of time watching cable TV and absorbed awesome soundtracks ("Conan the Barbarian" score still gets my blood boiling) as a kid or if music is just that deeply engrained in my genetic code. Either way, when you see me be assured i have a song in my head for the situation. It also reminds me that i have clogged my recall memory with songs. I can't remember algebraic proofs. I cannot recall which type of motor oil my car uses. I can't even tell you how many cups of water it takes to make a pack of ramen noodles. Rest assured i can sing along to the english lyrics on this record and phonetically mimic the other languages while scatting guitar riffs and drum breaks. I'm doing it while typing this.
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