Have you ever been stuck in Bad Song In My Head Hell so long that you start singing it, out loud, for everyone within earshot, in the hope you can somehow get them to ‘contract’ it from you and set you free; or so you can have a little company in Hell, at least?
No?
Posted by Antigeist at February 24, 2005 03:42 PMi think in german they're called "earworms", the songs that get stuck in your head and won't get out. i have trouble with the song "memory" although i've made plenty of really intesting parodies (which is usually a good trick, by the way. like, by the time your brain is done constructing the parody, it's also ready to move on to the next tune). meeednight. and we're not out of wine yet....
Posted by: anne at February 24, 2005 05:25 PMWell I was saved by a more annoying thing finally. My boss?...just got his TIMBALES in the mail. Yes. Timbales.
Oh Tito. I mean, Mr. Puente. I apologize.
Posted by: antigeist at February 24, 2005 08:04 PM"if you knew susie, like I know susie, oh, oh, oh what a girl..."
My dad used to sing this corny piece of tripe, and he didn't have much of a voice either. Nor could he carry a tune, come to think of it. And yet there it is, in my brain, for the last three days. Thank you for communing.
Posted by: missy at February 25, 2005 02:39 PMIt helps to have a “scrubber” song. Nothing fancy, usually something measured and slow... mine is Massive Attack’s “Protection.”
I swear, as soon as my brain starts that loop of “Hello, Muddah, hello, Faddah, here I am at Camp Granada...” Tracy Thorn will swoop in and save me. Works equally well with annoying jingles and cloying children's songs.
Posted by: Red Ghost at February 26, 2005 01:43 PMIt helps to have a “scrubber” song.
Me too. "One banana, Two banana, three banana, four, five bananas make a bunch and so do many more, tra-la-la la-la-la-la
and if that fails:
Mmmbop, ba duba dop ba do bop,
Ba duba dop ba do bop,
Ba duba dop ba do. oh yeah,
Mmmbop ba duba dop ba do bop,
Ba duba dop ba do bop,
Ba duba dop ba do
I stand by my conviction that that is one of the perfect pop songs of the '90's. Those kids are the Aryan Jackson 5, man.
Jackson 3, you mean?
"Tom's Diner" works for me. It doesn't work as a scrubber song, but for some reason it doesn't stick in my head. Yet it sticks in everyone else's, so I just start humming it and let it spread its insidious little virus.
Posted by: Vidiot at February 27, 2005 10:00 AMThe faucets are dripping in Ol' New York City...
Posted by: monk at February 28, 2005 02:44 PM...the faucets are dripping, and oh what a pity,
the resevoir's dryin'
because they're supply'in
the fauctes that drip in New York.
Thanks man.
Fuck. At least it got rid of Jon's MMMMbop thing that'd been torturing me for days.
Posted by: antigeist at March 1, 2005 04:36 PM*cackles*
Posted by: jonmc at March 3, 2005 04:30 PM