Hearing Things

Sometimes changing the circumstances in which one listens to something can have startling affects upon the quality of that listening. Yesterday I played Beethoven 5 in its entirety on the way back from work and it seemed completely new though I've heard it a million times. I'd never quite grasped before how everything in it seems to grow from single cells of themes but in the car the organic inter-connections seemed obvious.

And then today listening to Lennon in the exam hall between papers - Jealous Guy felt newly minted - fresh and painful, achingly sincere. That voice!