I've got a song stuck in my head, going round and around. It's bad enough at the best of times when that happens, but at least you can usually dislodge it by seeking it out on iTunes or youTube and then playing it a million times. This isn't the best of times. I can't do that in this case; I heard the song in a dream the other night, so it (probably) doesn't exist.
So I'm a bit stumped. The song was accompanied by a video; a punk singer with a green mohican stumbling around a derelict room as he sung. I can't remember the bulk of the lyrics but it seemed to be a bit of a list of words, six two-syllable words to be precise, something like:
"Outside, inside / Upside, downside / Onside, offside"At which point he'd open a wooden hatch in the wall and lean through into the wall cavity. The next words I remember exactly:
"Ooh, that's a bit hot"And off he'd go again. The chorus was something like:
"That's a bit hot! That's a bit hot! That's a bit hot!"Hardly high art, but then what can you expect from my subconscious? Hopefully the act of having blogged it will have expunged it from my head, so apologies if this has been rather dull. But if it hasn't worked I'm going to have to actually write the song.
Odd how some bits of dreams stick in your mind though whereas others, as discussed in previous entries, evaporate. I wonder if this is related to the way some songs stick in your head? I like the term for such songs, Earworm from the German Ohrwurm. There is an article about earworms on Wikipedia but it's not very long. If I'm going to find out more I'm going to have to dig a little deeper. I'll get back to you - by its very nature this morning blog is supposed to be off the cuff; anything requiring real research will take a little longer. But I think earworms require further investigation.
Warning! Metablog content to follow. I am at home today, so this entry is by necessity a little later than on a normal weekday, sorry. However, I am pleased that I've managed to keep it up on a daily basis thus far; nearly a month. It has definitely become an official habit burned into the neural pathways of my brain. I might take advantage of this compulsion with respect to finishing my novel - so the blog entries may become every two days. On the days off I'll be chronicling Genie's Adventures in Underland.
But not quite yet. I've got earworms to hunt.