Mentally waltzing

[alpharaposa]

My brain is almost always playing some music for me, especially when there is no outside music to interfere. My childhood was full of the soft sounds of piano and the familiar rhythms of 8/8 hymns.

Yesterday, because I felt a need to do something simple, I played some Zelda: Ocarina of Time (Master Quest). Today, I'm mentally waltzing to the windmill tune. "Go around! Go around!" And round and round and round.

It makes me want to write scenes in love stories. Falling, falling, then swept to the next step, never quite on balance.

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[aefenglommung.livejournal.com]

*blink*

8/8 time? Whuzzat? Boogie-woogie?

9/8 is a waltz of sorts (actually, it's jig time).

[stryck.livejournal.com]

I was actually thinking of the length of the lines... hymns that come in 8 syllables/8 syllables/8/8, or in 8/7/8/7 as the case may be.

[aefenglommung.livejournal.com]

Ah. That's (poetical) meter, as in:

87.87., Iambic, with Refrain (Greensleeves);
87.87.D., Trochaic (Hyfrydol, Hymn to Joy, many others);
87.87.87. (Cwm Rhondda, Regent Square . . .);
888.5. (Jacob's Ladder);
888.6. (Just as I am);
88.88. with Refrain (The Rock of Refuge);
88.888. with Alleluias (Waits' Carol);
88.88.88. (Melita [="Eternal Father, Strong to Save"]);
and so on.

[xaq.livejournal.com]

I read the bit about the Windmil and next thing I know I've got Malon's song in my head.

Also reminded me of this OTW idea I had for a Zelda fanfic the other day at work...