Why coffee is yummy
Have you ever thought about how ludicrous it is that we enjoy music? For instance, I'm currently listening to Tchaicovsky's Swan Lake. I love that piece of music in particular, and his stuff in general. Isn't it just bizarre that our brains detect a combination of sounds and derive such a sense of pleasure from them?
I've also wondered who first came up with the idea of notes, a scale, and basically all the concepts you need to record on paper how to make a certain combination of sounds in a certain rhythm, pace, and volume. They must have been considered a lunatic.
For instance, let's say that I told you I was busy writing a concert based not on sound but smells. First you'd smell cut grass for 10 seconds, then maybe a faint whiff of tomato plants for 5 seconds, followed by an overwhelming odor of horse sweat for a minute. Then maybe you'd transition into a mediumly powerful smell of marigolds for 45 seconds. You get the idea?
If I offered to perform such a smell concert for you, you'd probably smile and politely oblige me. However, would you shell out your hard earned cash to attend a smell concert hall? Would you buy a smell album that you'd carry around with and attach to nosephones?
Enough of that. I'd better get busy perfecting a scale/note system for recording and replaying smells. After I patent my nosephones, I'll be rich.
I've also wondered who first came up with the idea of notes, a scale, and basically all the concepts you need to record on paper how to make a certain combination of sounds in a certain rhythm, pace, and volume. They must have been considered a lunatic.
For instance, let's say that I told you I was busy writing a concert based not on sound but smells. First you'd smell cut grass for 10 seconds, then maybe a faint whiff of tomato plants for 5 seconds, followed by an overwhelming odor of horse sweat for a minute. Then maybe you'd transition into a mediumly powerful smell of marigolds for 45 seconds. You get the idea?
If I offered to perform such a smell concert for you, you'd probably smile and politely oblige me. However, would you shell out your hard earned cash to attend a smell concert hall? Would you buy a smell album that you'd carry around with and attach to nosephones?
Enough of that. I'd better get busy perfecting a scale/note system for recording and replaying smells. After I patent my nosephones, I'll be rich.
posted by The Mad Hatter at 6:39 PM
2 Comments:
It reminds me of when you were a youngun wishing you could be a boat with wheels when you grow up! Zany, that's what it is! Mom
After you perfect your smell concert, then you could develop a touch concert. You could invent things that you put your finger in and feel the brush of a feather and then a slug and then a rock and then a marshmallow and then a fruit fly walking over your finger and on and on.
Dad
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