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I keep waiting for the music to start

I wish life came with a musical accompaniment like the movies. I am talking about what is usually orchestra music playing in the background to most scenes, which helps set the stage for light heartedness, suspense, terror, danger and more. We don’t often realize when watching a movie scene that we are being prompted by a subliminal message through tone to influence our senses.
I remember watching cartoons as a child. I always liked the roadrunner and the coyote. I can picture the many times the poor coyote would think he had the perfect plan to capture the roadrunner, only to have his plan foiled. I can still hear the tones of the musical instruments that gave us the impression of speed on behalf of the roadrunner.
I hear the whooshing noise as the coyote falls off the cliff for the 100th time, still acting surprised that his plan didn’t work. As he falls the orchestra music is playing a whistling noise that grows fainter and fainter as the coyote falls farther and farther away from our viewing angle. Then, as he hits the bottom of the canyon, a loud thud noise is heard. Of course, in real life there are no whistling noises as we fall or music playing to indicate a crash landing.
Wouldn’t that be nice if we did have those? Well, maybe not to bring attention to a fall. I would like to hear peaceful music telling me life is going to be fine. If there is danger ahead some dramatic music would indicate that as well. As I get closer and closer to the point of trouble, the music would get louder and faster and more intense.
This would be somewhat similar to the music in the movie “Jaws,” where the shark is approaching. Most all of us are familiar with the scary music of “da da da da da da da da.” The music gets faster as the shark gets closer.
I am also reminded of the dreadful shower scene from the movie “Psycho.” Who could forget the terrorizing noise as the inn keeper approaches the beautiful innocent young woman with a knife as she was taking a shower. We didn’t even have to see her stabbed or witness the horrific crime to sense how bad it was. The music set the stage. As we saw a shadow of the knife being plunged over and over, while the music was playing an “eek eek eek” noise.
I am always amazed at how no one ever has a clue in the horror movies. We, as spectators, know exactly when the star character is in trouble. The music demonstrates the danger. I never understood why the characters continue to search out the haunted house, covering every nook and cranny. The ghost would not have to tell me twice to go away. I would be out of there before the orchestra could play the first note.
I think I would stay out of trouble a whole lot more if I had music to direct me of upcoming trouble.
Many of the sitcoms of years past were presented live or at least recorded before a live audience. Most of those shows used cue cards to prompt the viewers to applaud or laugh. It always struck me as funny that we were supposedly viewing inside someone’s home and yet they weren’t aware that the audience was there and laughing. It was supposed to trigger laughter in the home viewers as well, as if we wound not recognize the parts that were funny without being prompted.
I have a feeling that silly music and laughter would follow my life a lot. Maybe I am best not to sound anymore attention to my awkwardness. In fact, I think I hear the ending credits coming up. The music is alerting me that it’s time to wrap this column up. Do you hear it or is that just the voices in my head again?