Finally! A song I actually like!
Metallica, Hero of the Day
Not a toughie, I’ve been writing ‘earworm of the day’ quite a lot. But now I know what CD to play on my trip to the backdoc!
Finally! A song I actually like!
Metallica, Hero of the Day
Not a toughie, I’ve been writing ‘earworm of the day’ quite a lot. But now I know what CD to play on my trip to the backdoc!
Red Red Wine, UB40 version.
No clue why at all, other than that’s what iDJ was drinking last night…
Really? Queen again? Now I’m starting to think my internal radio has way too few channels.
Stupid fucking Super fucking Furry fucking Animals again. Because iDJ played that song on his radio show last night. I bloody hate SFA. Can you tell?
Morning! I think I’ll introduce you to something not-quite-sane today. I hope to do it as a regular post. My ‘theme’ (did you hear that in a teacher’s voice? Good.) allows me to post something called an ‘aside.’ Tomorrow, my earworm will be an aside.
I have really cool dreams. To me, anyhow. No, I won’t bore you with them.* Mostly because I can’t remember them for more than a few minutes. This really annoys me, some neat-o shit happens and I’m endlessly fascinated by what my subconscious gets up to. But, alas, something drives my dreams out of my head the moment I can think in complete thoughts.
My earworm.
You know what that is, right? A song that gets stuck in your head and plays in an unending loop? Usually just a fragment, a line, a bit of melody. I wake up with a new song in my head every damn morning. Every. Damn. Morning.
It took me years to realise this was happening. I’m lying there, trying to recall my dream in detail – if you don’t think about it right away it fades – and instead…lalalalala, lalalalala, lalalalala… sheeeeit. Gone. After a while, I figured out that music is overwriting my memory. Dammit!
I’m not sleeping well lately. Mostly in a good way: my brain is happy and wants to write. I’m up at 4, 5 am and thinking away! But this means I’m now getting two bloody earworms a day! Not fair!
Since I’m such a nice person, I’m going to share them with you.
5am: Queen, Don’t Stop Me Now
8am: some song by Super Furry Animals that was on the radio yesterday. It’s still in there.
Enjoy!
*I lied. Here’s a bit of my dream at 5 am. Totally about blog anxiety… the phone rang and the guy in bed next to me reached over to answer it. It wasn’t my husband, and I sure as hell don’t have a corded Princess phone in babyshit brown next to my bed. Anyhow, it was some whack job who had figured out who I am from the blog and rang up to ask me creepy questions. My bedmate didn’t reply but also didn’t hang up the phone right, so I could still hear freakboy talking and getting angry. This because I posted a comment to a cool cartoon site and used my blog URL. Paranoid much?