Fractal music

I only know how to do two things. Garden and paint.
-- Claude Monet

William F. Allman, in The Stone Age Present, quotes studies on the physics of sound that suggest music structure

echoes the structures found in natural formations such as mountain ranges, trees, and perhaps even the brain itself... The ebb and flow of river banks, variations in the beating of the human heart, the electrical activity of the brain's cells, the branching shape of a tree, lung, or river delta, all share this mixture of random and predictable variation... Indeed, several modern composers are experimenting with creating fractal music, using the equations of nature to generate music that sounds remarkably like the melodies that come from the human mind.

If the random-predictable equations of nature generate melodies akin to the ones composed by human minds, I wonder what the equations of thermo nuclear explosions, mall sprawl, oil spilling into Prince William Sound, Big Mac attacks on our tele tubby kinder might sound like. Too many variables? Too much random, not enough predictable? Read the headlines, deary -- the stories chime the bell curve.

Intriguing -- the melody I come up with might be tracing the curvature of my brain. And if my brain's a steel trap this fine day --- snapping up PR particulars and PA imbroglios -- out pops a rusted cog of a tune. Writers often lament how songs wont come to them on tour. All that time between shows and sound checks and gas pumps, your inner mind is mute, its curvature sequestered like the Speedway clerk, sliding you the ballpoint under the plexiglas enclosure.

Other days, between the birdsong and the showers, you let your wonder undulate at nothing; Monet is in her garden on her knees.