Try the following musical experiment: take tonality and bake it into cookies; feed these treats to the audience; observe what happens to the listeners’ neurons.
The day started like any other in that it started completely unlike any other day has previously. While the alarm clock played its merry chimes and sleep began to ebb away to consciousness, I was aware of a brief inner struggle: The Driven immediately reached for his glassine whip; The Computer Scientist rolled over and pulled the sheets over her head; The Compassionate remembered that there was a parcel waiting at the Post Office; The Director and The General voiced concern at my overall lack of motivation.
