Phonographic memory

Even as I type, I hear “Gone Hollywood” by Supertramp in my head. Also “Wide World of Sports” and the soundscape of “Close to the Edge.” The music sounds like the original recordings. Perfectly faithful, but a pain in the butt. No amount of antipsychotic makes it go away. Lived with this my whole life. Sometimes it keeps me company and provides a meaningful soundtrack to what I’m doing. Once on my way to see my old psychiatrist, I heard, “We’re off to see the Wizard / the wonderful Wizard of Oz…” The music has a sense of humor, and is virtually the voice of my Jungian unconscious, if you buy his theories. I hope someone can relate to this symptom of mine. Happy New Year.

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