Ingratitude! thou marble-hearted fiend...

“Ingratitude is treason to mankind.” James Thomson

Thursday 31 December 2009

My head is alive with the sound of morons.

Is it just me, or is there also music in your head every chuffing day? Today it's Santa Bring My Baby Back (to Me) by Elvis. (Is there any other version? I can't imagine Doris Day doing it. Or Bono, despite his odd Elvis "poem." Maybe Tony Bennett. Or Crystal Gayle.)

Elvis is not the worst thing to have in your head. I like Elvis, and the song is a perfect carbon copy. All the uh-uh-huhs and chunky stuttery phrasing are as they should be. The UB40 phase was a problem. It was playing in a shop with a particularly attractive sale so I was exposed to it for far longer than one might ordinarily expect and it hung around for weeks, like catarrh.

I wake up with a musical phrase on repeat and it is there all day on and off like some sort of gnawing tinnitus, though I am clear it is in my head, not my ears. If Queen is occurring in my vicinity it will seep into my brain like some sort of toxic industrial pollution, which is unfortunate as I would rather fill my ears with petrol and set my head on fire than have that crap on a loop for days on end.

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