NEW CASTLE —
I woke up with this song dancing through my head.
What is it? Where did it come from?
It goes mmmm ... mmm, la la la something, mmm. ...
Why is it stuck there, impeding my work, forcing itself to be recognized and acknowledged at every given moment. How did I acquire this song in my peaceful sleep? Like some kind of alien parasite, it has latched onto me.
My mind has managed to regurgitate a song I heard in a movie five years ago or maybe it was in that coffee shop when we took that long road trip in 2002. I'm baffled by the musical fragments that float to the front of my psyche and emerge at a conscious level with all their rhythmic anonymity.
Its always some mundane song from some forgotten ’80s synth-pop group like Flock of Seagulls or Boy George. Why could it not be something grand from a masterful musician or some of my favorite hard driving bands. Nope, not me, my brain feeds back Barney theme songs and "Toy Soldiers" by Martika.
Who is controlling the 10,000-gigabyte iPod in my head. This completely random selection of long forgotten melodies that I don't even know the words to. It’s an attempt by my internal hard drive to purge the garbage from the system, but to me it appears to be the most annoying mix of parts from stupid songs played over and over. This internal broadcast is so consistent that I'm starting to wonder if I'm breaking any kind of copyright laws.
Why could my brain not regurgitate something significant. Like my anniversary date or wife's' birthday. Or even remind my to put my clothes in the dryer so I don't have to spend another morning driving to work in damp underwear.
Nope, just more “Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer” for me.
On the good side, I have my own private time capsule of my musical past. A collection of both good and bad. A collection that would make even the Library of Congress jealous.
OK, back to signing the McDonald's theme ... “Mmmmmm, I'm lovin' it.”
Josh Drespling
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