I hear music coming from inside fans and air conditioners. Not simple rhythms or melodies– beautiful symphonies with elaborate orchestral string and horn movements. Most of the time, I get really freaked out when I catch myself– I tell myself the music isn’t really there and eventually it goes away. But once in a while, I’ll just listen. In fact, I just finished a draft of a chapbook called “The Musicians in My Ceiling Fan,” which attempts to convey these musics. I mention this because Henry Miller heard music too:
I’m slightly deaf, you know. Up in a plane, I hear perfectly. I not only hear symphonic music, I hear celestial music. It comes to me over the ether waves. I asked pilots, ‘do you hear that too’ and they say, ‘yes.’ And they are absolutely mystified.