Anyone who took a long car trip back in the 60s and possibly earlier may remember Magic Fingers: the nearly irresistible little box between the beds in the motel room. You put a quarter in the box, and then your bed vibrated with a low hum, and you drifted off to nighty night. This all came back to me when I went in for MRIs on my neck and shoulder, ordered up to determine why I can't reach high enough to get at the Nutella.
I was offered my choice of CDs, asked for opera but they were fresh out, chose Mozart, got a Greatest Hits disc. They pipe music through headphones to distract you from the extreme noise of the MRI machine blasting magnetic waves througout your being. But ohhhh, those waves. It's vibrating constantly, just like Magic Fingers. Some of it sounds like road work, but generally we're talking low tones and DEEP vibrations. With my eyes shut and the overture to The Marriage of Figaro playing in the background, I could have been in a ride at the imaginary Opera World amusement park, or a subject in a study on how the human body responds to deep notes and tones and the vibrations they cause. I've been trying for a year to find someone interested in working with me on this line of questioning. Know anyone?
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