Horror, Sleaze and Trash.

The Unnamed Feeling…

When I was a young boy, I remember having these experiences where I would sit and listen to the radio on the bed. I would lie there with my head pressed right up against it as it lay on the bed, taking in every word – to the point where it actually left deep grooves in the side of my head (they went away eventually, don’t worry).

I also clearly remember when I was about eight or so, sitting outside in the sun on the back porch, near the pool, listening to the old gardener we used to have years ago whistle while he worked. I was just so caught up in the moment, and had these intense tingling sensations just flow from my head.

This was the beginning of a life-long journey that would bring me to my most recent discoveries, and attempts to try and get behind the origin of this seemingly undocumented phenomenon. Something that I had taken for granted for years, and had never known if anyone else had ever had the same feeling.

http://anti-valentine.hubpages.com/hub/ASMR