Earworm of the Day: Big Thing

I'm not sure what prompted this. Usually if I'm hearing Duran Duran, it's one that's tied to a movie,  part of the filming process, or something that gets a Pavlovian response,  Well, that or anticipating mealtime in general.

When I'm thinking Big, it's usually Peter Gabriel, though. Or, on rare occasions, another eighties Big sound. So your guess is as good as mine, as to what might have prompted the switch-over.

But I don't expect that song to get stuck in your head. Not as long as there are so many other options available, today.

Earworm of the Day: Last Stop: This Town

It's getting dark a little too early…

Jeepers, we're stuck in such a happy mode, here, ain't we?

As I may have already mentioned, there's been some traveling going on, already, and Thanksgiving hasn't even rolled around, yet. There will, no doubt, be more highway time, and possibly even some rail time.

When I was a kid, our first jaunt of this season would be the very instant school let out on Wednesday before Thanksgiving Day. Pop would pick us up in the family van, and we'd hightail it upstate, to the farm where Mom grew up. It would also be just about the moment we got out onto the highway that the snow/sleet/snizzle would begin, so we'd be singing "Over the River and Through the Woods" (although, having only three members of our family of six who could carry a tune, it was nowhere as big a production number as this) until I'm pretty sure Pop was about one matchstick tip away from becoming an incendiary device. 

Or, maybe he was just trying to figure out how to abandon us kids at the next Bus Stop so he could have a peaceful drive with just Mom and the dog.

Either way, my family members have a lot of experience at being on the road, especially near holidays of all sorts. I am, therefore, now working on avoiding it as much as possible. But not working very well at it, it seems.

Catch you on the rebound, good buddy. Keep the bugs off yer glasses and the bears off yer… tails.

Earworm of the Day: I've Got Spurs

One short line from the song kept recycling itself, bubbling up to the surface, only to fade into the deep again for an hour or more, every time I heard anything with a similar cadence. This has been going on for a few weeks, now, until I finally remembered to which song the line belonged (much to my embarrassment).

Also slightly embarrassing: I watched this video, and then followed it up with almost a dozen other Osmond Brothers vids before I settled down to write this post. I still have a goofy grin on my face. For someone who used to take pride in listening to the Buzzcocks, PIL (read a few of the comments. It's worth it, for the amusement factor), the Dead Milkmen, and other such generally noxious sounds, those boys were startlingly enjoyable to watch and listen to.

I must be getting old.

Get off my lawn.

Earworm of the Day: Stray Cat Strut

I got cat style:  the part where you nap frequently and chase imaginary enemies in the wee hours – the midnight crazies can be entertaining, but they're not generally recommended for humans. Wherever possible, one should avoid starting political discussions after the sun has set – and this should go double for when the moon is full.

So, if someone asks,"What's new?" I'll be answering "Pussycat, but no Tom Jones" and leave it at that.

Earworm of the Day: Pink Shoelaces

Here's another nice Chicago-born girl, Geraldine Ann Pasquale, aka Dodie Stevens. It's hard to believe that voice was coming to us, live, out of a thirteen-year-old, but then, back in the day, they actually expected pop performers to be able to carry a tune on their own, without someone running it through a machine to correct its pitch.



That makes hearing this all night in my sleep slightly less intolerable.

Of course, it could have been worse: I could have been hearing it in another language, in different voices, and not realized what the heck the song was, until the coin dropped in the slot much later.