I have dyscalculia. Of lyrics.

All my life I’ve never quite been able to hear words in songs. I hear about one in every six though it depends on the singer’s vocal style. Now I look back at some of the lyrics and I think, my goodness, I had no idea that’s what they were singing about.

A beautiful melodic song, so sweet in its delivery can turn out to have not particularly nice lyrics. Sometimes dark. Sometimes derogatory. Then I’m torn because now I know, do I really want to fill my brain with negative stuff? I’m still deciding what I think about a Radiohead song I’m covering. It hasn’t got the brightest of lyrics but the melody is what attracted me to it in the first place all those years ago. It’s such a beautiful lament.

Melodies and beats are the way I connect with songs primarily and then anything I understand past that is a bonus (or not). Maybe I’m like it because I mostly listened to classical music as a kid.

I only just found out that Miss Hannigan in the musical Annie had a bathtub full of illegal gin. I thought it was water 😂