Revenge of the earworm
Another successful gym session. I don’t suppose I’ll end up a jacked old lady, but it is making a positive difference in my day to day function.
One unexpected downside of the gym has been the loudspeaker playing Top 40 radio. They’re still playing junk from MY childhood. I remember all the lyrics to songs I haven’t heard in forty years. Songs I hated then and hate now – but by god I know the words! It’s evidence of how they’d play those things over and over and over until they were burned into your braincell.
I remember one day in the Sixties on my rather long commute to school our local station played “Cherish” seven times in a row. We always assumed the DJ lost a bet.
Funny, I never realized how much of our pop repertoire was Elton John songs.
Posted: September 16th, 2025 under personal.
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Comment from Mark Matis
Time: September 16, 2025, 5:54 pm
Would you prefer rap?
Or maybe they could just chant some Muslim prayers?
Comment from Uncle AL
Time: September 16, 2025, 9:02 pm
@stoaty, at first I thought this was about the thermonuclear ear worm, a song that invades your skull and refuses to depart under the most dire of threats. Like the Oscar Meyer Wiener song, for example. (You’re welcome.)
But in case anyone here is occasionally tortured by one of those, perhaps my own sure-fire remedy will work for you, too. Inside my head (it doesn’t have to be aloud) I sing the National Anthem. Yes, The Star-Spangled Banner song itself lingers for a minute or two but it fades quickly and whatever the original annoyance was has faded with it.
For non-U.S. sufferers, try your own national anthem. For reasons not worth mentioning here, I also know the Himno Nacional Argentino and that works just as well as the spangly one.
edit p.s. — For aerobic exercise, nothing beats disco. Try Donna Summer.
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