“No, I said the song was stuck in my head”.

Well, maybe your just trapped in an entire melody.

Chained to a wall of harmonics.

Pinned to the floor by the tetra-chord.

Sequenced and submissioned in a pool of Lonian Mode and Aeolian Mode notes.

Your brain corresponds to a numeric ratio responding the principal intervals of a scale.

Hail to the symphony, to the orchestra.

Give your all to Pythagoras, the Greek philosopher of such discovery.

This ongoing evolution of stringed instruments and major and minor scales, forms, interprets, co-exists with one another, forever.

If you were to associate yourself to the modern tunings of ancients temperament, you’ll see that just because they have ultimately derived, does not mean that they have all died.

The song you are stuck in reaches way back in time, when world knew no hymn.

Any song is a reminder of a world that once was dim.