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.