I’ve spoke before about earworms. This we know. We also know that I have exceptionally odd musical tastes. We deal with this and move on. Or, you know, at least I do. Anyhoo, on my pilgrimage to the Last Great Vestige of Civilizationsd1, the local radio stations could not stop playing this song. Though, I guess a large part of that was the nature of terrestrial radio. And, seeing as I have such a malleable mindsd2 I could not get this song out my head. Like I would do the normal things, sing Beirutsd3, read Infinite Jest, bang my self about the head with a sturdy ladle. But none of them seemed to work. Or at least work for long. Because, no matter what, it would be back in my head. And I’d be, well, dancing.
sd1: Also known as Ohio.
sd2: Well, at least w/r/t music.
sd3: Or Weezer, or Wu-Tang, or Nirvana