The only person more susceptible to getting songs stuck in his head than me is my partner Curt. We're both horrible in this regard. A single word or short phrase in a sentence will generate some musical reference and then it's all over- we're singing it or rehashing it in our heads all night. For example, the other day someone used the phrase "if you want to" in a sentence at work. Can you guess which song popped into my melon? If you guessed "Safety Dance" you were correct. There are advantages to having a partner more susceptible to musical torture than me. When Curt gets fixated on a song and sings parts of it over and over and over and over and it is a song I don't like, I can change the station, so to speak, to something I like- usually Stevie Nicks. On many occasions, I have switched Curt to singing 'Edge of Seventeen' or 'Stand Back' just by quietly humming it in the background. Fun.
So anyway, we come home from work yesterday, I settle in to read e-mails while Curt is in the kitchen. Suddenly, I hear something so terrifying issuing forth from Curt that I think it might be a deranged request for euthanasia. He must have seen something in the fridge that set this off. Here, my friends, is the song he was singing loudly with "la" as the only word, that then got stuck in my head until we started watching our movie. Sadly, I woke up with it stuck in my head. This truly sucks. Don't hurt me.
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I dare not hit play...I am a songstucker myself. In fact, my autisic charge got the "George of the Jungle" theme in my head. At the end of the day, while waiting on his Mom, I said, "you know I have George of the Jungle stuck in my head thanks to you." He was all bundled up in his snow gear when he rustled around towards me and smacked my head with his mittened fist. "I'm just tyring to help."
didn't work
That was just kind of creepy - what's with the prancing young girls in mini skirts, thigh-hi stockings, and whore shoes circling Gramps??
I'm a song-stucker too. It's just the burden we bear. Thanks oh-so-much for the safety dance reference. Guess what's in MY head now?!
Yer playin' rough this morning, young man. Yikes.
By the way, there's a word in German for this: Ohrwurm. It means ear-worm.
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