Finally dragging my butt out of bed and going outside for my morning jaunt after birthday festivities the previous night was no easy task. Debating on continuing with the long walk I had planned and curtailing it for some food and more sleep, I pass the playground area of a preschool. At first all I hear is screaming and a little boy crying. Tuning out as I'm about to pass the end of the caged area of wild beasts I hear a little voice in the midst of his fantasy role playing, "We're super martian robots!" And off he blasts. Hmmm, that sounds like a catchy band name. What kind of band would that be? Trying to imagine the costumes and sound my imaginary band would produce while rounding the corner and turning up the street, I thought how much easier it'd be to have the ability to record the music that plays in my head, than trying to clumsily recreate it with my unskilled hands. There's been so many times when I've had a dream and I hear awesome music, entire songs even. And I'm totally not exaggerating, seriously, awesome, and when I wake up I only remember a fragment of a melody and a few lyrics here and there. What if we could download the songs and the movies we see in our heads, straight from our brains onto our computers. How many more people would actually create since knowing how to render an animated object over a layer of video or patching an electronic fife through the NNXT sampler wouldn't be necessary? Rounding another corner to head home, the squawks from a flock of parrots pulls me out of my futuristic musings. Didn't know we had wild parrots. Huh. Sigh. I suppose I'll just have to keep doing things the old fashioned way until some science genius develops the right technology to capture our creative visions. Somebody wanna get on that?
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