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I imagine a physicist would invoke entropy to describe the diffusion of pressure waves and vibration into other forms of energy. Neuroscience might explain the propagation of signals from the cochlea into the brain. A psychologist could hypothesise on the influence of music on our mood and ideas. A philosopher might talk about the influence of music on the way we build our society and how that feeds back into our music. In this way, the music never stops, it continues on as echos rippling through through the universe.
I think this is my favorite comment I’ve read on Lemmy so far.
We didn’t start the music, it was always playing since the world was turning
Beautiful. We are just one of many instruments that express the music.
As the waves from ocean, the music crashes on the beaches in your ears
And slowly erodes it.
Everyone knows this duh!
Into your heart!
Where does the light go when you flip the switch?
Check your fridge.
It rolls up into the other side of the cassette. Just flip it over.
I thought the sentence was going to lead to something like “It rolls up into the other 8 inaccessibly tiny dimensions of our space.”
I love your oldschool explanation though!
Sounds move very very fast, faster than a runner or a car, so it goes very very far away.
Very good ELI5.
Now do a “Calvin’s Dad” explanation.
It dissolves, that’s where dust comes from.
Emphasis on the 5, tho.
Like, to the next town over, or even further?
Only way to find out is to get there faster.
But gets slower and more tired as he runs, until he dies?
It goes into your memory. That’s why you can remember a song that you heard before.
The Langoliers eat it
Some of that sound rearranges some of your neurons so that you can listen to Never Gonna Give You Up whenever you read this
Oh, dear child, it goes to the same place where you will go when you inevitably die one day: into complete non-existence, save for an echo in others’ minds, and after a while not even that.
Sweet dreams!
You just reminded me of: https://sh.itjust.works/post/26469474
Warning: may cause big sad
The best and the worst go straight to your brain and live there rent free.
Unfortunately, nobody has figured out how toget rid of the bad songs that drown out the good ones.
After you listen to a song, the secret police from the RIAA come and lock it up in a small, dank cell given minimal sustenance, until the next time they can send it to some seedy hotel, suburban home, or automobile, to turn a trick and make them some more money, like some sort of whoo-re for the ears.
Let’s assume the kid knows it’s a recording. It’s still a valid question.
Like where is the recording coming from when the kid asks Alexa to play a song?
I never thought about it, as I don’t have kids, but must be a bit harder explaining a global IT-infrastructure than it was for my grandpa to explaining how a VHS works. On a generalised level, that is.
It dissipates into the air like butterflies, or a cloud of dust.
Oh, and while the king was looking down
The jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned
And while Lenin read a book on Marx
A quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died
