Inside Nokia Music

Brains. They’re great, aren’t they? Heavy little grey globs of consciousness that make us everything we are. Without them, we’d be no better than plants, or bits of string, or Jeremy Kyle. Yep, whichever way you look at it, brains are brilliant.

So why, then, does mine turn on me at every given opportunity? It’s not like I treat it badly. I give it books to read and films to watch and music to listen to, but every so often it’ll cough up the remnant of a long-forgotten memory or make an unbreakable association that will forever ruin something I used to love. This is especially true of music. In the same way that I know I will never be able to fully enjoy vodka again after the night in 1997 when I drank most of a bottle of Smirnoff, then vomited across the entire length of the Clifton suspension bridge from a moving car, I also know that there are some pieces of music that I will never be able fully enjoy again. Although, unlike the vodka incident, I don’t think it’s entirely my fault. And I can’t really blame the musicians either. It’s someone else’s fault entirely.

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