Blessing or a Curse?

What is it about a person that makes them able to compose and arrange entire songs in their head? Most of us hear music, but can we see it? Colors, textures, shapes moving repeating looping inside one another. A chord hangs in the air, separates into it's organic elements, stops in time for moment then vanishes. Building patterns, notes combined and connected like pieces in a erector set. It seems a gift to have such a talent, but with each gift comes a price. Sleepless nights, moods that overshadow every ounce of your being. An inability to live in the moment, unless that moment consumed with music. The loneliness of being completely misunderstood.

Natural Progressions

Scott Taylor was born in Olympia, Washington March 30th, 1976. Every mother thinks their child is special, but Scott was more than special, he was different. Scott was attracted to music from a very early age. His parents noticed that when he was inconsolable they could very often pacify him with music. They gave him a pair of clunky 70's radio headphones and he wore them constantly. One of his first memories is riding across the bridge to priest point park in a child seat on the back of his mother's bicycle listening to "Dust in the Wind". Scott spent most of his waking hours consumed with music. At 9 years old he would try getting his siblings, and other neighborhood children to put on performances in the driveway, and would become frustrated when the other children couldn't sing all the different harmony parts the way he wanted. Scott drove his mother crazy listening to songs over, and over, and over again. She ended up moving the family stereo into his room, because most days she could not get him to stop listening to music to go to bed. He would usually pass out at some point during the night, and his mother would pick him up and put him into bed.

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