November 17, 2008
When you live in Brooklyn, NY you pretty much learn how to tune out noise—it’s a survival skill. But I am utterly unable to ignore the sound of music, whether it’s a CD I’ve chosen, or I am being involuntarily serenaded with dancehall, hip hop, gospel, or whatever is filtering from my neighbors’ windows. It’s really a problem when I’m trying to write. My words bump into the melody and I’m lost.
But sixth senses are like that—they don’t bend to your will, and for me music isn’t just about hearing. It’s as much a sense as taste or smell—has been since I was little. I grew...