Earworm

I am particularly susceptible to earworms.

I don't know why. So is Diminutive One. For me, and him, it seems, the only thing to be done about it is just indulge it to the fullest until the spell is broken and the brain resets itself back to the default position.

For me that would be litanizing all the things that need to be done every day in the life of a wife and mother.

Recently, Diminutive One had a particularly insidious earworm. For three days, he had "Livin' On a Prayer" on constant rotation. He downloaded every single version available on iTunes, including the version by Alvin and the Chipmunks and tormented us all by playing them over and over and over, until we too had been afflicted by the beastly worm.

Now it's me.

The song that is currently on continuous replay in my head is one that I heard only once on an episode of Medium. All I could recall were the opening strains; a catchy string arrangement that I just couldn't shake from my consciousness.

Doot doot doodoodoo doot doot do

Doot doot doodoodoo doot doot do

Doot doot doodoodoo doot doot do

Doot doot doodoodoo doot doot do

Doot doot doodoodoo doot doot do

Absolutely Maddening.

I knew what to do. But I didn't know the name of the song or the artist, and for several days, I simply could not recall where I had heard it. It took some doing, but I was finally able to drag it up from the depths of my memory and then do the necessary research.

The reason I hadn't recognized the song is because I've never really listened to any of this band's music. I think I might, now. Catchy stuff, that.

Anyway, enlightened and duly saturated, I am free.

So of course, I feel beholden to infect pass it on to you my dear readers.

Behold the earworm.



Don't fight it.

Embrace the madness.