Musical Monday #131 - Chica Bomb

As usual, my brain has decided that IT is deciding the soundtrack to me day.

Nothing wrong with that, for one I am getting used to it, secondly, it has decided to play a song I know AND like. Well, I say I like, I liked it before today - I am sure that by 3pm I will be sick of having it run through my poor little brain.

Just another of the flaws of Earworm. It doesn't matter how much you like a song, having it on permanent repeat in your head - where you can't pause or throw out the window - soon gets old.

But I digress.

Those of you with an Anti-Dance-Music gene will probably want to just outright skip this one.

Dan Balan - Chica Bomb

Bloody Song!

As I have mentioned once or twice on 0ddness, it is a very common occurrence for me to have a song stuck in my head. Sometimes it's a bit of a song, sometimes it's an entire song. It can be a song I like or a song I hate. My brain is not fussed.

Earworm, is the correct term, as discovered last year after pottering around on Ze Google for a while. I'd be lying if I said my head is usually devoid of something playing, and the kids have caught on to this and most days ask what song is stuck in the old grey noodle.

This morning at approximately 0602 while I was leaving the bedroom, my head starting playing one such song, and now, at 0033 it is STILL playing. I had a quiet morning - song played over and over. I had a busy afternoon - song carried on. We went to the Future 0dd Mother in Law - carried on there too. Late evening, while chilling, it carried on over and around and over...

So, with just under thirty minutes left in MY day, I decided to share it with you, dear reader. Those of you on normal timezone probably won't hear this till the morning, and HOPEFULLY most of you will suffer as much as I have for eighteen hours.

Those of you outside the UK, there's a good chance the only time you have ever heard of Right Said Fred is with their song I'm Too Sexy... This one, I can honestly say, I have not heard for years. Years and years. Yet here it is, running around in the noggin.

Ladies and Gentlemen, Deeply Dippy...

Theme Music Of The Day...

Waaay back in October, I mentioned in a blog post about having music stuck in my head on a daily basis.  Not "every now and then" not "here and there" but every day.  And if it's not music, it'll be a random phrase or even a line from a book.

To try and map out my mentalness any patterns, I started to blog it all, but due to life going "WHEEEEEEEEEEE!" i the latter part of last year, it kinda fell to the wayside.  The songs have still been there, I've just not jotted them down anywhere.

Yesterday, fellow blogger Adullamite (who you should really check out!) posted that he too often wakes up with very random stuff banging on the inside of his skull.  I feel for him, as his song du jour was Bucks Fizz yesterday which is probably some kind of torture for anyone.

America, consider yourself lucky you didn't have to suffer THAT...

I've been poking around on Google trying to see if there's any reason, cause or anything that would make this happen.  Some people have gone with "You must have heard that song earlier" and others "you need to listen to more music"

I DID come across something called "Earworm" which sounds grim, but isn't anything relating to worms.  However, the various descriptions I've found relating to it all state it's a part of a song repeating over and over.  Other things include hearing "music" that isn't any song they know, just tunes and notes in the brain.  Neither of those descriptions are not what I nor Adullamite have - it's entire songs in the head.

I can safely say it isn't because I've heard a song playing and it's stuck.  Granted, sometimes it's a song that is popular, but quite often it's songs that I have entirely forgotten have even existed.  Today, I am mentally listening to The Connells - '74-'75, yesterday it was Tears for Fears - Shout, and before that... Well, before that was I song I can barely remember today.  Former Supermodel/Actress/Amazonian Grace Jones released a couple of songs in the '80s, and this one, Slave to the Rhythm, was wedged in the cortex on Tuesday.

Of those three songs, I love the first.  The second doesn't do anything for me, I was never a big fan, but the Grace Jones one... It was released in 1985, making me nine, and I can hardly remember it. But on Tuesday, I could hear the song perfectly, as though it were coming through a radio.

So why is my brain spitting out music like a pub jukebox stuck on shuffle?

Anyways, hopefully with things being a little quieter now, I will get back to posting on the other blog for this very reason, Stuck In My Head.