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2022.09.06 12:53 Due-Refrigerator-431 Relating to Synesthesia
I think I might have a cool idea for my next podcast, and it doesn’t have a thing to do with politics, but a rather awesome phenomenon that occurs when one sense crosses paths with another. Something that I haven’t told anybody about is that, for years, even when I was knee high to a grasshopper, I have had this wild thing going on with music, touch, smell, and even sight in some cases. I don’t know why, but certain sounds make me either see, feel, or smell different things whereas touch, sight, and smell can make me hear certain sounds or even words. An example is the sound of a high-pitch piccolo. Whenever I hear it, I feel something made of brass, with its smooth surface and that tarnished smell to it. Yes, brass has a smell. Certain chords also pull up different smells. For instance, the lush sound of a harp being strummed from the bottom string clear up to the top is like the scent of a springtime flower garden with lots of roses and other flowers there. Some smells can even pull up these chords in my mind. It’s weird, and for years, I thought I had some sort of schizo thing going on. However, I was listening to a program last night on my clock radio, and they talked about this same thing. I was floored to find out that there are others, who can sense different things when they hear a sound. Why is it that the soft white noise of a radio out of tune with a station, you know, that continuous hiss, puts me in the bathroom of a house we used to live in when I was a toddler, across from the phone company? I see the different shades of light given off by the walls, the tub, and even the towels and packages of toilet paper on the shelves bathed in the soft white light of the ceiling fixture, and I can smell the aroma of the soap and the scented toilet paper? It’s weird. I don’t know why this is, but I swear with God as my witness that it is true. I can even smell baby powder and different things related to babies with certain chords of music. I think it’s pretty cool myself. It’s as if I can go on an endless journey through the world of touch, sight, sound and smell in my mind just by changing chords. Earlier, I mentioned the high-pitch note of a piccolo as being like the smell and feel of brass. Well, a rapidly warbeling piccolo gives me a wavy light in my mind, sort-of like someone is holding a mirror in front of my face and rapidly tilting it back-and-forth, thus causing the reflected light to shift. The sound of a banjo, for some reason, is like one of Mom’s small metal deep pans. The suspended chords in The Outfield’s “Voices of Babylon” feel like metal fan blades. A distorted guitar is like sunlight on concrete. The high notes played one string at a time on a distorted guitar is like a baby’s voice, and depending on how it’s played, it can either sound happy or sad. Chris Stapleton’s low guitar in his song, “Nobody To Blame But Me,” is like the barrel of a shotgun. I can feel the steel. I can smell the mixture of gun powder from the spent shells and the freshly oiled wood of the gun. This same sensation is brought by the sounds of Waylon Jennings’ songs, both his voice and the guitars. Billy Idol’s “White Wedding” is like bars of steel. Some chords can even feel like the sharp blade of a meat slicer, with its honed edge and its smooth flat surfaces. The high-pitch tinkle of small wind chimes or Christmas chimes fills a room with bright, shiny sparkles, like little flakes of gold everywhere. Breaking glass is a sudden flash of bright light followed by a long fading light as the sound dies down. Clattering dishes evoke bright flashes of light. Somebody clapping their hands in a room with a long reverb is white light that isn’t bright, but fluorescent, if you will, and it fades with the dying reverb until it becomes infinite darkness. It is so weird, and I have yet to tell people about it. I don’t know if I should write about it or not because, knowing my family, they’ll call me ignorant and say all kinds of crap. Some spoken numbers have these same effects on me. For instance, the number 1 is a squat, fat, fledgling toddler whereas 2 is the kick of a baby’s foot. The number, 4 sounds like one of those African flutes that are low and have kind-of a whispery sound to them. Why does the number, 12 feel like a baby bottle? I cannot explain, though I wish I could. The only thing I can say is that it is all synesthetic. The number, 10 is the fender on a bicycle whereas there are no real connections with other numbers than the ones I mentioned? Even certain names of people can bring on these sensations. For instance, the name, Matthew, is soft like velvet. The name, Eric (I swear to God) is like a piece of cake. Why is that? It’s fricking weird. the nickname, Wes is like a pigeon or some other small bird. The name, Bruce is the feel of a chain-link fence. When I hear the name, Mitch, I can smell the inside of a mechanic shop. The name, Debbie is like one of those flat, plastic makeup cases. Kylee is rough and rugged, like a mountain trail with trees all around and the morning sun in my eyes. The name, Sinbad is a very chunky baby, who hasn’t crawled or walked yet. The name, Ruth, I associate with the smell and feel of a dining room during Thanks Giving. Mary is the scent of my grandma’s house and the feel and shine of one of her round mirrors with a long handle on it. The name, Laura is a gentle family setting - an evening living room atmosphere, the TV on, and light shining from a lamp on an end table. However, Lori is the atmosphere of a ball room, large crowd, music, cigarette smoke in the air, etc. Toby feels like the handlebars of a bicycle. Josh is like the tray of a baby’s walker or that on the front of a baby swing whereas the name, Cody, when spoken or read, feels like the round piece you use to bat an air hockey puck around on the table. The name, Jesus is like a man’s hand, tender, but calloused. The name of the car, Chrysler, believe it or not, feels like one of those disposable Bick lighters. The name, Pat feels like a pack of cigarettes in my hand whereas the name, Patrick is a heavy backpack on my back. Gabriel is like one of my mother’s old skillet lids, shiny and smooth. The name, Mark is like the feel of an old phonograph record whereas the nickname, Joe is like a man’s fist. Roman is the smell of a public swimming pool. Steve is the feel of a bare bed mattress wit those thick, foamy material-coated squarish patterns on it. Either the word, Less, or the name, Les, is like the shape of a saxaphone whereas the name , Ester is like those flat metal s’s that you would see on porches with those aluminum decorative support pieces at the corners and near the steps. Dudley is a man’s hand holding a cigarette between the thumb and finger whereas Paul is a large dog with a thick coat and Joel is a young toddler on a rocking horse. The name, Alice is like an apple, round with its smooth skin and ripe smell. The last name, Monroe is like the rounded edge of a kitchen counter with its smooth laminate. The name, Misty is a tube of lipstick. Vanessa is like an antique wooden banister. Vera is a pair of glasses whereas Allen is a man’s hairy arm. The last name, Fauci, like Dr. Tony Fauci, is like a cocoon, like that on a caterpillar or moth larva. Not all words, smells, names, numbers, or colors can evoke these senses. For instance, I have no connection with the name, Jason. However, the nickname, Jake is a wiry, strong, muscular man. But then again, the name, Jace is like the feel of something made of hard plastic that is in the shape of a zucchini squash - long and fat. Whenever I hear the name, Ernie spoken, or if I read it, it is like the high-pitch cry of a steel guitar whereas Ernest is the feel of an incondescent light bulb. Norma has no synesthetic effects, but Shirley does. When I hear or read the name, I feel one of those chairs you’d find on a patio or in a yard. They are the kind with the wide, flat, iron arms that are bent like a u on each side of the chair. The bottom part of the curve, that rests on the ground, helps to stabilize the chair. the springy metal allows the chair to rock when you sit in it. That’s the name, Shirley to me. The nickname, Mike is like a vice on a wood shop table, like those little ones you’d see in a school shop. The name, Michael, however, is a boy on a bike. The name, Sady is like one of those Skittles candies whereas Lacie is an M. & M. Holly tastes sweet, like a cherry, where as Melany is sour like a lemon. Delbert is a leather belt. The last name, Blevins is the spread wings of a bird which is weird being that Wes feels like a bird to me. But the only difference is, Wes isn’t a bird either in flight or about to fly whereas Blevins is. Whenever I hear the name, Linda, I feel one of those little pinwheel things kids play with, and the last name, Miller is like a plastic windmill. Nancy is the knob on a stove whereas Sylvia is one of those little sleigh bells some people put on Christmas reaths. The name, Reba is a frisby, and the name, Olivia is one of those buttons covered with course material you would see on a couch or living room chair. The name, Casey feels like one of those old boom box radios that were around in the 1980’s and 1990’s. The name, Troy is a long, narrow strip of leather. The name, Phillis, I associate with the feel and the smell of a bar of Ivory soap, and the word, fellow has the feel and the scent of a bar of Dial. Then again, the word, baby feels and smells like a bar of original-scented Irish Spring whereas the name, Shelby feels and smells like a bar of Dove. The name, Cayla smells like dish soap. Yet, Michaela is the girth of a baby’s belly. The name, Marcy, to me, feels like one of those older baby high chairs with the metal trays and the vinyl seats and backs. Marcy feels like that slick vinyl on the seat and the back of the high chair. The name, Tom feels to me like one of those tall, skinny pressure cylinders used for holding propane or gases used for welding whereas The name, Rachel feels like a baby stroller. Amanda feels like a child’s arm. Randy feels like a wooden hand rail, one of those round ones with the flat bottom sides that are screwed onto the metal brackets along the stairway wall. The name, Velma is like a corduroy jacket. Why does the name, Stacy feel to me like that fat piece of the spring-loaded puller on a storm door, Why does the name, Seth feel like the leaf of a tree in the spring whereas the nickname, Beth is the feel of a tent or a parachute. The name, Elizabeth is the tip of a baby’s index finger, Lisa is a flower vase, Alonzo feels like the leg of a dog, and Lorenzo is the single lens of a pair of glasses. Augusto feels like a gentle breeze whereas Dierdre is the lathery feel of shampoo in my hair. Claudia is a beauty salon, Brent feels like one of those chalk board erasers. Why does the name, Moses feel like the warm breath being exhaled through a baby’s nose? The name, Phil is like one of those small, flat, boxy, tin cans of oil that have the long, skinny metal tube sticking out of the cap on top. The name, Jeff is like one of those tin boxes of pepper with the flip tops. The name, Shorty feels like one of those cylindrical cardboard salt containers. The name, Keith feels like a tool box to me. The last name, Richie is a wrench whereas the last name, Mosier is like one of those school chairs made of molded plastic with the metal legs. Milsap is a can of Pepsi. Rush, used as either a name or an action word, is like a giant ocean wave. Barbara is the feel of a thick, hairy dog’s tail that curves upword over its back. The name, Douglas is one of those big, glass jugs with the little loopy handle on top and the long neck, like the ones for holding homemade wine. The name, Richard, to me, feels like the crook of a wooden cane. Why is it to me that the name, Clifford is the firm grip of a man’s hand whereas the word, love is the grip of a woman’s hand? Henry feels like a glass dinner plate. Helen feels like a dinner plate made of plastic. Chandler is a coffee cup.The name, Peter and the nickname, Pete are both situated around one of those whistles with the little bead inside it that are used by your fricking P.E. teacher or a band director. Pete is a short blast on the whistle whereas Peter is a long blast. I cannot begin to explain why all of this is, but I swear on my soul that it’s true.
When I hear the name, Covid, you know, the virus, I feel a piece of thin plywood. Even some names of states have synesthetic effects when I hear them. For instance, the spoken name of Wisconsin feels like the brass eagle head handle of my grandpa’s cane. I don’t know why, but it does. However, if I was to feel anything else made of brass, like the long twist knobs on a bath tub faucet, or any brass that is accompanied with the tarnished scent, I hear the sound of the high notes of a piccolo. I cannot explain it. Hearing the name, Colorado has the feel of a maraca. Nebraska feels and tastes like a mouth full of warm grits whereas Iowa is the lens of a camera. Not all of the states have synesthetic connections just as not every word does. California, when spoken, is the feel of a sponge. New York tastes like coffee cake whereas Denver smells like a lime margarita. Onawa is a flashlight with the top removed and nothing inside it. Omaha has the texture of cranberry sauce. The name of the country, Brazil, when spoken, feels to me like a baby seal, which I got to feel when I was a kid on a field trip to a zoo. In my descriptions of my synesthetic experiences, you will read about the word, stock as being related to a woman’s hair. Well, the name, Amy also has relation. However, the name, Amy feels like a pony tail whereas the word, stock feels different. Stock is a long braid of hair.The name, Cledith is like that small metal basket that goes inside a deep frier. The name, Miles is like a smile on my lips. The last name, Wurtele feels like one of my grandmother’s glass bells whereas the last name, Roumpf feels like a snare drum. Why does the name, Sebastian feel to me like a skateboard, or the last name, Twiddy like the bill of a man’s hat? The name, Rover is like that coarse vinyl they put on car roofs whereas Grover feels like a street in a small town. The last name, Boley is an arm bent at the elbow and held out to the side with the hand in front of the person.
Why is it that, out of all these things I mentioned, there are no synesthetic connections with other words or names? For instance, I have none with the names, Rhonda or Wanda. Jessie or Jesse, Jessica, and Jack have no synesthetic reactions, but Elsey does. When I hear Elsey, I feel a baby, whose body is long and thin. Elsa is a baby being rocked back-and-forth in my arms. Other things that have no synesthetic effects on me are hospital, dog, burn, bun, hotdog, letter, check, wax, wain, will, won’t, don’t, do, can, can’t, bubble, bottle, fish, car, truck, boat, house, cow, horse, pig, etc. The names, Smith, Snyder, and Jean have no effect, but the name, Warren is the smell and the feel of an onion that had been cut in half. How come the letter, a is like one of those stirofoam bubble-shaped things that kids use to make things with yarn in art class? Why does the name, Reynolds look to me like two shiny metal spheres? Or even more baffling, why does Asia feel like a fricking metal coffee can with the label removed? The letter, b feels like an ink pen whenever I hear it. The word, god is like a piece of bread. the word, lady is like a purse strap. The word, seizure, to me, feels like a fricking piece of cheese. How can you explain that? I can’t even begin to try. The word, “Culvert” has a unique feel to it, too. It is one of those big, round flower pots you would think of being put in front of businesses and things. Though I know what a culvert really is, the word alone conjures up this image. The word, twirl is like that round bottle of underarm deodorant with the ball that you roll under each arm when applying it. When I hear somebody pronounce the word, aunt, like it was pronounced eons ago, “awnt,” it’s like that loud klaxon horn on a score board in the high school gym, or like the tornado alarm we had in my school when I was a kid. How come the word, climate feels to me like one of those round, plastic mustard bottles, kind-of short and semi-football shaped, with a flat bottom and the long spout on the cap? The word, pusher, you know, like a drug pusher, is a push mower. The word, coaster is a fricking cardboard toilet paper roll. East is like staring directly into the sun whereas west is a tree blowing in a brisk breeze in late afternoon. The words, peace and peaceful have a sound with them. It is that high-pitch squealy weeze of an excited infant. How come the word, wart feels like the bottom part of an onion with that little bump on it? The word, bile is like one of those square plastic aspirin bottles whereas the word, vile or the word, vial feels like one of those glass test tubes, like the ones used for drawing blood. The word, ether feels like one of those galvanized rubber hoses, like those used on car radiators. The word, nucleus is a big, metallic, boxy structure, like a central air unit. The words, blue and who have the same shape. However, one is just the feel whereas the other has an appearance. “Blue” is a round disk with thicker edges than the rest of the disk, and it has a murky appearance. “Who” is the same disk, but without any appearance, but just texture. The word, glycerine is a small, smooth glass bottle. The word, was, for some reason, is one of those molded plastic booster seats a kid sits in at a restaurant table. The words, help and hope have the same texture and feel, like a pealed banana, whereas the word, “cope” is like that rubber piece on a crutch, the part that goes beneath your arm. Why the hell does the word, hydrate feel to me like that little can of freon one would use to charge their car’s air conditioner? Even the word, hydra, which is the Greek mythical monster or an actual sea creature with filaments, has a similar feel. However, whereas hydrate feels smooth, hydra feels rough, like a container that had been allowed to sit and rust out in the weather. The word, grace, to me, is like one of those flat, disk-like, smooth, brass door knobs whereas the word, month is like one of those big, round, metal gas cans you’d find in somebody’s garage. Why does the word, stanch, like “to stanch the bleeding,” have the strong smell of Clorox bleach? Why does the word, stave, you know, like “to stave off the pain,” why does that word feel like one of those flat cardboard straps that are about half an inch wide, like the ones they put around cardboard boxes before shipping? Why, when somebody says, “Commir,” which is “come here” for those, who may not know how to spell the contracted form, why do I feel the fricking metal pull handle on a dresser drawer? And even stranger, why does the word, nature feel like an elderly person’s walker? The word, stay is like a plastic hula hoop whereas doctor is like the long, thin line of light cast from a single fluorescent light bulb. The nickname, Hap is the feel of the long fluorescent light bulb with its metal prongs at each end. However, the word, happy is like one of those boppy pillows you put a baby on. The words, owe and oh, or the letter, o is like that PVC trap on your sink drain. The word, stop feels like that smooth step on the inside of a public pool whereas the word, stock is a long braid of hair. The word, poison feels like a hairspray can whereas the word, long feels like one of the black keys on a piano or electronic keyboard. However, the word, along is like two black keys side-by-side. The name, Ella is like the bellows of an accordion. The word, speed feels like a bicicle tire. The word, child feels like a pair of those flannel sleeper pajamas with the plastic feet. The word, enough feels like the bars of an oven rack. The word, studder is a loose floor board.The word, hold feels like a wallet. The word, comfort feels like a cinnamon roll.
Feel and smell can even conjure up sounds in my mind. For instance, the smell of an orange is the name, Dorine. The smell of nail polish is associated with Kim. The smell of an old building, that quaint, slightly musty smell that is unique, but pleasurable, is the name, Emma. It’s amazing how this stuff works.
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