No AM Earworm!

Sometimes it’s really nice to wake up w/out anything insisting in my head. Especially after last weekends (at least) 48 hours of “Tiki Temple” by the Tsars. For 2 or 3 days there, it was so bad that I dasn’t turn off the TV or itunes or stereo because every time there was an empty space in my brain it would go right back to filling with hot lava while chanting goobah gaba and vestal nymphomaniacs were ceaselessly preparing aphrodisiacs and chanting jungle prayers. If it had been something like “Rhinestone Cowboy” going on in that fashion I would have shot myself dead and I’m not kidding. I can say this with great certainty as I once had “Afternoon Delight” in there for just a day and it made me want to go to psych ER and beg for Thorazine.

The reason I had “Tiki Temple” stuck so badly was that I was asked to write some prosody publicity for said Tsars. They asked for in the style of Andrew Looge Oldham and/or old Nancy Sinatra liner notes. What they’ve received (so far) instead is that ‘orrible, ‘orrible, bit of dreck below, “Put Another Nikolai In”. Although, I must admit to liking the bit about Aqua Velva and Tigress parfum. I wrote it in one session with the muses on Friday night. For inspiration I listened to their myspace playlist three or four times through. That was what proved to be my ultimate undoing.

I’d like to give it another whirl but I am slightly terrified that I will be doomed to another lost weekend of running from thing to thing trying to drown out “My Martini” or “734”. because believe you me, I am so skipping right over “Tiki Temple” this time. Just talking about it has started the whole surfey guitar and tomrolls thing right back up. I’m frickin’ doomed.

AM earworms

It Ain’t Easy - David Bowie

I am still left wondering where some of them come from and why they are just plopped there the minute I open my eyes. Many are easily traceable. They are jingles or real music being used as jingles recently. Or I heard it on the radio a few days ago.
Or someone mentioned something nearby it which led in a chain of thought to it. Occasionally I know I was singing it in my dream. Although, how does that work? The choosing of the soundtrack for my dream. I’d sure like to know that as well. Anyway, when I can only think of that yes, I was talking very generally about different Bowie almost a week ago, but when something then just presents in this way it is just odd.
I get the whole repetitive part, the true worm of the earworm. That’s a function of OCD among other things, but this question of origins, it’s really kicking my ass.

“Well all the people have got their problems that ain't nothing new
With the help of the good lord we can all pull on through
We can all pull on through get there in the end
Sometimes it’ll take you right up and sometimes down again”

AM Earworms

Sun Is Shining - Bob Marley from “African Herbsman”
That helps cool the fierceness a little....

On earworms

Well I of course missed it, because I don’t listen to the external radio (except Sounds Of The Subcontinent). But apparently they had some sort of earworm discussion on NPR this weekend. My friend at the market mentioned it to me because she knew of my propensity for music constantly coming out of my face. But she made it sound as if they were saying that having this fully orchestrated radio playing in your head almost constantly was unusual. I am weirded out, I thought everyone had this. Do you have it?

Ahhh relief

We’ve moved into the later eighties. Nothing but federalism was in my brain when I opened my eyes. But as the cat brekkie was being prepared and the kettle was sizzling, a Shriekback song started forming.
These eyes are blind
This is the real thing
something something something
fragile as anything
We had some good (machines, routines?)
But they don’t work no more
something something instrumental interlude

Good news

By changing the title on the previous post from just “cripes” to “cripes chief” I was able to supplant all the dangling wurms with “The Danger Mouse Theme Song” which, as I know from experience, is completely more bearable for 6 or 7 hours than any Damned late 70’s soft rock.