Late Night Earworms

Last night, I couldn't sleep. I don't know if was the excitement of seeing Kelly Clarkson & Reba tonight, or the thought of picking up my vintage couch for the living room and knowing I had some furniture re-arranging to do or the Diet Dr. Pepper I consumed way too late, but when I laid down around 1AM, I couldn't fall asleep.

So I got back up, went out into the kitchen and did some cleaning, pulled some of the furniture in position, made some curtains for the bathroom cupboard, took some measurements of the windows for the valances I wanted to make, all without the one thing I always surround myself with: music!

I didn't want to wake my neighbors with loud tunes, and when I get to working I have the bad habit of turning the volume up more and more So I thought about grabbing my iPod, but the earbuds always fall out when I doing a lot of moving around. So I just hummed to myself.

Hears the problem: the god-awful playlist my brain played for me. It was mostly Kardinal Offishall's "Dangerous," which is terrible enough, but every once and again American Idol's resident cutie-pie David Archuleta would bust in with some "Crush." I am starting to warm up to that song, but I really didn't need to hear it all night long. Another song I like, Kevin Randolph's "Let It Rock" would have been a welcome addition to the devil's playlist my brain was putting together, but the only line that ran through my head was Lil' Wayne's "I rap about angels like Angela and Pamela and Tamera and I WANT TO STAB MYSELF IN THE EAR NOW!" To wrap it up, a lil Britney, of course. I can't recall for sure which song it was, but it felt like a medley of "Hot As Ice" (from Blackout) and the new one, "Womanizer" with some "Piece Of Me" thrown in.
Little wonder I was up until after 4 in the morning (now that would have been an ironic earworm!) with all this crap flowing freely through my ears. I dare you to listen:



Tune in later this weekend, I'll be posting my review of Kelly & Reba! You know I'mma love it!

Earworms Du Jour Vol 3

Did you ever notice how songs get stuck in your head and won't leave? Those are called earworms, and every once and a while I will share the ones that are stuck in my head, so they can be stuck in your head too, and then we can both be miserable. 'k?

First is a new emo song by the Spill Canvas. Called "All Over You" it's an absolute bitch to get stuck in your head. Cause it just takes you back to your last unrequited crush, and crushes the happy place you were in as it runs in your brain "I want to taste you one more time again/I'm all over you/I'm not over you... I just want you to love me back/Why can't you just love me back?" Damn you Spill Canvas! With your dorky hot lead singer and emo lyrics and catchy chorus...


Second is an schmaltzy eighties pop hit, "Lost In Your Eyes" by Debbie Gibson. I haven't heard the damn thing in a long time, but just the line "I get lost... In your eyes..." is playing in a constant loop in my brain all night. Go back to Broadway, Deborah!

Earworm Du Jour (Vol 2)

Earworms are those songs that get stuck in your head, and you can't get rid of them no matter how hard you try. I've heard that you can get it unstuck if you sing "Michelle" by The Beatles, and it works sometimes. These are the earworms that were stuck in my head today:

I was thinking about American Idol today, and I kept trying to decide if I loved Syesha's performance of "Fever" or not, but her stunning version of "One Rock N Roll Too Many" kept creeping in my brain instead. It's all good...

Earworm Du Jour

Earworms are those songs that get stuck in your head, and you can't get rid of them no matter how hard you try. I've heard that you can get it unstuck if you sing "Michelle" by The Beatles, and it works sometimes. These are the earworms that were stuck in my head today:

Sometimes an earworm starts when you hear a song on the radio. This song played on FM 97 right before I went into work at noon, then proceeded to play in my head for the next four hours:

Other times the song occupies your mind without warning, without invitation. Those are the worst, especially when it's just a couple lines that get stuck. With this song, it was the first line of the second verse: "Here you come again, looking better than a body has a right to" And yes, it was the Carly Smithson version that was stuck, not the original. Isn't it strange how the brain works?