Friday, October 18, 2019

Earworm of the Day: The Hut Sut Song



One of the most pernicious of all my earworms has been this song. Just when I think it's erased from play in my head, I do or say something to bring it back to constant autoplay. It kind of ticks me off when I do this to myself.

The thing is, I go looking for music to lift me from a low gloom, and the upbeat stuff isn't quite what I'm in need of. What I probably ought to do is pull up some serious blues and let them wash over me. But an extraterrestrial Blues Brothers homage is a reasonable start. That, and a few Lennon/McCartney tunes, like this one.

Meanwhile, does anybody have any information on the above band? Trying to do a search on them, so far, has only led me to boring ol' Hollywood Academy Awards pages.

Thursday, October 17, 2019

Earworm of the Day: Them There Eyes



While she wasn't exactly tone deaf, one can figure out, from this video, why Natalie Wood's voice wasn't used for the movie soundtrack for West Side Story. The role of Maria was challenging enough for a seasoned professional like Marni Nixon, so Wood would have been… sunk. Even with all the help she got, her part was outshone by the brilliant Rita Moreno.

Nevertheless,  in your ears, Them There Eyes can keep a person up at night. Especially when they're Frank Sinatra's.

Wednesday, October 16, 2019

Earworm of the Day: Middle Of The Road



We arrive in the middle of the week, and I give you this.

There's nothing like trying to get through one's daily tasks hearing the "Woo-ooo-oo-oo-ooh" echoing in the middle of one's head.

For no good reason, I now associate this band with a completely unrelated television show which premiered nearly twenty years after the band formed. It's fun to ask friends, when they're watching a video like this one, "Which one's Jarod?" Because appearing senile is one of my favorite games.

Tuesday, October 15, 2019

Earworm of the Day: Krigsgaldr



Not quite really an earworm, yet. I stumbled across this performance by Heilung, found it diverting. Some of it is earworm-worthy,  and some, to me, seems just plain silly and pretentious – I'll let you decide for yourself, though. 

I let Autoplay run a couple more videos of theirs, as well. You should read the comments on at least the first couple of their tracks. Even if the music irritates the heck out of you, as the next really nasty earworm, those comments could make your day the way they did mine.

Sunday, October 13, 2019

Earworm of the Day: I Hate Men



I went with a friend to see the Met Live in HD broadcast of Turandot, because I love a good fairy tale, and this one was on the magical classic Zeffirelli-designed production. The funny thing is, although the Puccini music is memorable enough that you'd expect me to walk out at least humming the strains of "Nessun Dorma", but I'm apparently not that kind of girl. I had been thinking there was strong comparison between Turandot and Kate, from the Taming of the Shrew (in which, while in college, I'd performed a bit part and frustrated the heck out of the poor young woman who'd had to style my short, uncooperative hair nightly). If Puccini had had another half hour of music in him before he'd died, I wonder if he might have come around to the same conclusion Shakespeare and Cole Porter had, about the relationship between the brassy young man and the man-hating beauty... Oh, wait. His heirs' choice for finishing it pretty much did.

Saturday, October 12, 2019

Earworm of the Day: Titties and Beer



Yesterday morning, I stumbled across some Stravinsky on the radio, and, for some reason, this came to mind.

Yes, I'm humming a song about a motorcycle, some beer, a large-breasted woman, the devil, and his pickle. Come on – join in! It isn't Sunday, yet! Or, are you late reading this?

Friday, October 11, 2019

Earworm of the Day: Tubular Bells



Mike Oldfield was 19 years old when he recorded this, part of which was later used in the opening of the 1973 release of the movie, The Exorcist. Oldfield composed Tubular Bells, and played almost all the instruments on the original recording (as opposed to what is seen in the above video). All by the time he was two full decades into life.

How's that for a scary October thought? It rather reminds me of the Tom Lehrer quote about genius: "It is a sobering thought… that when Mozart was my age, he'd been dead for two years." Well, I've got a couple of decades on that, and still haven't managed to compose myself, let alone an opus. How much have you accomplished, so far?

Thursday, October 10, 2019

Earworm of the Day: Tough Talking Cowboys



You can call me Sweetheart, tonight.

Randy Vanwarmer, I think, never got the recognition he deserved. Some of the sweetest ballads of my adult life have come from his pen, and, if you're lucky, you'll have heard a couple of them being played on a radio station, sometime in your life. I was lucky – one of the stations in my area had a disk-dump, once (stacks of promotional vinyl they wouldn't play, so they set them out on the curb, literally) and two of his albums were in the pile. I still can't figure out why they were marked "NO!", since there was no offensive language, and only one track would have brought out the ire of my Bible-Belt neighbors in the day… But their loss was my gain. Suzi Found a Weapon, and Randy found a fan for life – possibly beyond.

You're welcome.

Wednesday, October 09, 2019

Earworm of the Day: Au Fond du Temple Saint



I have no idea what prompted this, but it's been rattling around in my head since noon yesterday.

This recording.

These voices.

It's not really a curse, under those circumstances. Indeed, it's a great excuse to listen to the recording a few times, just to be sure to get it out of my system.

You should do the same.

Just to be sure.

Tuesday, October 08, 2019

Earworm of the Day: Don't Cha Go Away Mad



I am being punished by The Allergen. She enters the room and sits at the far corner, glares at me, then turns her back to me and sits stiffly on her heating pad.

Cats can stay mad for weeks, for the slightest insult. But she can't go away. She's an indoor cat. Also, she knows I'm her best snuggle spot, and I watch over her – and the latter is why she's mad. I had to give her a flea treatment. I didn't want her to continue to be bitten  (she was already too shy).

Maybe she'll forgive me before tomorrow. Maybe I'll have this song out of my head and into yours before then.