Cool piece on "60 Minues" last night about a profoundly developmentally disabled pianist who can play any song he's heard, in any key, in any style. And he's very, very good.
I read somewhere that one of the oddities of women's brains is that we recall the words to songs much better than men can.
A song playing in your head can make you nuts. Someone advised me to "sing" it to the end, and my brain would know it was done and move on. Doesn't work for me; it just starts over.
I can't imagine my life without music. I actively participate in its creation, and I constantly have a song running through the back of my mind.
Oddly, I prefer not to "play" music. In the car or in my office, the musical devices are silent most of the time. I guess the CD player would interfere with the song my brain is already singing.