Just can't help it
Last time I was in Kansas City, I watched a little bit of the Scooby Doo movie on HBO. No, it wasn’t very good. And yes, I had better things I should have been doing. But at the big happy moment at the end of the movie, where everyone was cheering and waving, and upbeat orchestral music was playing the Scooby Doo theme song, I couldn’t help it: I got goose bumps. This happens to me with virtually every movie. I can’t fight it. Even if I didn’t watch the whole movie and just tune it for that happy moment with the big music and slow motion waving and clapping, and even if I’m thinking to myself, “This is the stupidest movie I have ever seen,” it still happens. It’s like an uncontrollable physiological response: I don’t think about it at all, but I hear music and that’s the effect. I assume this happens to other people, but perhaps I’ve just read too many Santana interviews where he talks about how music can “re-arrange your molecular structure.” And I swear I wasn’t on drugs when I thought about this. But I was watching Scooby Doo…