{"id":2129,"date":"2009-06-02T20:00:55","date_gmt":"2009-06-02T19:00:55","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.uncarved.org\/blog\/?p=2129"},"modified":"2009-06-02T20:00:55","modified_gmt":"2009-06-02T19:00:55","slug":"way-in-my-brain","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.uncarved.org\/blog\/2009\/06\/way-in-my-brain\/","title":{"rendered":"Way In My Brain"},"content":{"rendered":"

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The nice people hand over some blue robes and I sit, waiting for my MRI scan. NWA lyrics about being “dressed in the county blues”<\/em> go round my head.<\/p>\n

The letter said I should leave all my valuables at home, but that I could bring my own CD. People said don’t take anything too rhythmic, cos if you involuntarily brock out in there it might ruin the scan. I settled on Lull, Dave Parkin’s Snowflake mix<\/a> and some Autechre.<\/p>\n

In medical situations when they ask you a long list of questions, I always end up bursting out laughing. I know they have to do it for a good reason, but when it got down to “have you ever had a shrapnel injury?” I just couldn’t help myself. If I worked there I would make up some extra ones just to keep myself amused.<\/p>\n

I’m not really claustrophobic but you do worry about being stuck down a tube and being immobile for an indeterminate length of time. The CDs were never mentioned, but I got to listen to patches of Heart FM. I say patches because the scanning process is actually really noisy, I hadn’t sussed that. Harsh drones of varying rhythmical definition. It was actually pretty wicked. Static-ridden Heart FM in the gaps.<\/p>\n

The last bit was especially intense, almost up to Gabba tempo, with this faint undercurrent of Duffy “begging me for mercy”<\/em>. Essentially the sonic experience of having a brain scan is like something Toecutter<\/a> would come up with. I doubt many people see it like that, but for my part that connection gave me a (motionless) chuckle and kept the claustrophobia at bay.<\/p>\n

I didn’t get to see a picture of my brain. Maybe I will when the results come through in a fortnight.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

The nice people hand over some blue robes and I sit, waiting for my MRI scan. NWA lyrics about being “dressed in the county blues” go round my head. The letter said I should leave all my valuables at home, but that I could bring my own CD. People said don’t take anything too rhythmic, …<\/p>\n

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