Earworm of the Day: Liebesfreud

I once heard a busker playing this in one of the long corridors of Ohare International Airport, on a December night when almost everybody else had been long gone home in the deep cold. I hoped, for his sake, he wasn't playing it ironically. For me, it was a bittersweet reminder of my own (now voluntary) unitary state.

He finished playing the tune just as I passed his position, so I thanked him for the delightful transport, and dropped what little cash I could afford to give him into his case. He nodded. Neither of us was particularly chatty.

When I walked away from him, he began to play something sounding suspiciously like this. Considering the temperature outside the airport terminal was somewhere south of zero degrees Fahrenheit, I was fairly certain that was a deliberately ironic choice.