Movie Scores and the Pleasures of Replay

Every morning, after my laptop boots itself awake—gearing up at an easy, breezy 2010 pace—I find myself returning to music I listened to yesterday, my fingers retracing their keyboard jabs back to the same album or playlist. Like a homing pigeon, I’m pulled back to one particular place, and like a migrating animal, the location changes every season or so.

I think this instinct to set up base camp inside the same music for months at a time is a corrective to my brain’s general state of hyper-wiggling. I have a tendency to vacillate, wide-eyed, in the abundance