ome songs remind me of walking, some remind me of driving, some make me think of nothing at all. The songs that make me suddenly compose a scene from a film in my head are usually the ones I like the most. As I listen to the songs again and again, the scene refines, solidifies, becomes less an idea and more a reality; new details are added after each repeated listen. Eventually, I can summon up the scene without having to listen to the song first. I do this sometimes to remind myself of the song when I can’t hear it. After awhile, though, I find myself re-watching the scene in my mind’s eye without thinking much about the music at all and, eventually, I forget the song entirely but the scene still remains, playing endlessly in some poorly maintained, barely populated second-run theatre deep in my mind. It plays even when I’m not watching it.