Ear worms must be burned out
You understand that, right? When a song is in your ear, and it burrows deep inside then you can’t use a scalpel to extract it. You need fire.
The best kind of fire is repetition: burn, listen, sing.
For the next few weeks this is going to be Gwen Stefanie’s voice in my head.
“Tell me boy, now wouldn’t that be sweet?”
She’s not my favorite singer. I’m not even sure if I like the song. (hint: ear worms are either songs you love or songs you hate. The worm digs in and is capable of completely reversing your feelings toward the song.) But when I play games, or drive the car, I can almost hear the chorus in my head.
“Tell me boy, now wouldn’t that be sweet?”
I completely forgot about the annoying whihoos woohoos.
My solution amused my wife until it annoyed her. She doesn’t realized that I cultivate these ear worms, make them fat and ginormous in my head until I can’t help but sing them and suddenly they become background music from repeated repetition and I can sing them like Frank McCourt singing a ballad.
I purchased the single track from Napster, put that bad girl on repeat, and for a while my wife chirped in along with the chorus. Then she looked up the lyrics and sang the entire song. Then she got quiet.
Taking the hint, I put the headphones on.
My ear worms are odd things. This is the latest in a series things I sing to myself while I’m at work, when I’m gaming, when I’m not doing anything really important.
The last two worms I can remember: O Come Angel Band, Why Isn’t it Friday? by Phish, In Just a Matter of Time by Los Lobos.
Nothing dancey. It has to be in a range I can sing without singing loud or crippling nearby people.
It’s always nice to find a new worm.
felixnation :: Feb.06.2007 :: Mad Schemes, The Coal Mine, strangers, wife :: No Comments »