goodwitchy wrote:
jojobean wrote:
goodwitchy wrote:
You are a Musical Thinker
Musical thinkers:
* Tend to think in sounds, and may also think in rhythms and melodies
* Are sensitive to the sounds and rhythms of words as well as their meanings.
* Feel a strong connection between music and emotions
my brother communicates through music. The songs that matter the most to him at the moment reflect his current experience. Most the time, he just posts music videos on facebook.
Are you like that??
I'm working on a music video now (my first vid). I usually write funny / quirky lyric songs (I've been told I have a "unique" sense of humor). But the latest one
is kinda personal and not really funny which is why it's taking me forever.
That's so cool your brother does that. What a great idea.
Does he play instruments? Has he ever posted his music in this forum? (because I'd really like to hear it if it's not too personal).
I play a little acoustic guitar, but I'm addicted to "Garage Band" (mac software); these days, it's possible to write/record songs without knowing how to play an instrument.
He is a good singer, thats about it. He is also a type A personality NT, so he doesnt use wromgplanet. But he loves everything about cars and most of his life has been either fixing them, buying them, towing them, selling parts for them, or driving them across country.
However there in another side of my brother most people dont see...he can fully explain Einstien's theory of relativity while cleaning the dirt from his nails with a pocket knife.
He is also very sensitive and soulful and loves many kinds of music. If I am in the big disiel truck of his which I about need a step stool to get into, he will have some song on his droid hooked to his speakers...usually that song is what he wants to say to me.
He doesnt produce his own music, becides perfectly pitched parodies, but he supports local musicians the best he can.
People in 5 counties know my brother...I am just known as his autistic sister.
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