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September 29, 2006



Greetings. I stumbled on this blog on a long and desultory search and I'm glad I did. This is the first time I have heard someone else speak of something I experienced throughout childhood and long to experience again.

I used to wake each morning hearing beautiful music in my head. I was composing it myself, in that i could change its direction, but as I grew more wide awake it would fade away. I would remember it all day and measure any other music I heard against it.

One day my teacher played us a record and a shiver went through me as it was my music - music I clearly remembered composing myself one morning. It was a Mozart horn concerto.

I've learned not to mention this treasured memory as people are shocked at the hubris of claiming to be Mozart's equal. But the morning music was an important part of my life at the time.

I get the flights of eloquence too, and hadn't thought to connect the two phenomena.

So a happy discovery, I'll visit again.

PS I also share your love of Gilbert and Sullivan.

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