I remember… I had an MRI scan back in 2009 in London. Once the machine was on, I was transformed into the unwitting sole audience member for the MRI musical extravaganza. It started slowly, with a low buzzing drone but soon turned into an orchestra of banging and drilling. Each different frequency was seemingly fighting for supremacy to last the longest. The low frequency was winning. Nonetheless, every so often the slightly higher one would cut in briefly just to add a little variety and surprise. Sometimes a drone would start up over which a series of percussion instruments would haphazardly dance like grasshoppers. I thought I was doing rather well for managing to hear it this way, but was nonetheless quite pleased when the white coats came in to release me. Except they told me there was another five minutes or so to go and they just needed to adjust something. So, reluctantly, I stilled myself for the second movement. The lack of dynamic range was a tad disappointing in its limited scope of f to ff and occasionally sfz but the tempo changes were more entertaining. One percussive sound would start up an SOS pulse while another would come in with more of a house music high-hat speed. Then there was a final burst of electrical tones starting low, raising in pitch and then returning to the original low frequency that had kept me entertained throughout. It was this familiar tone that saw me through to the final cadence culminating in a prolonged silence. The white coats returned, the bed was pulled out, (and my cannula rather heavy-handedly removed) and I was free to leave, having experienced the most intense musical performance of my life, performed by a machine.