“It’s raining tacos, from out of the sky.” Superfluous. Redundant.
Everything But The Girl’s Driving.
Mexican Radio by Hall of Voodoo
Ticket to Ride. Not my favorite Beatles tune, but it’s not bad as earworms go.
I recently rediscovered Holst, The Planets. In particular, Uranus the Magician. It’s an intricate number in fast 6 time, and uses a bouncy downbeat-pickup-downbeat pattern that’s frequently overlapped by triplet patterns. I found the score to it, and after seeing I’ve largely forgotten how to read music, found that Holst used a lot more unique instruments that aren’t typically present in orchestras, such as the contra bassoon, alto clarinet, and English horn.
Wish I hadn’t done that. Now it’s my constant earworm. Frenetic, subject to mood swings, the piece employs frequent use of cascading effects. A few bassoons will start with a march (da dumph da dee da dumph da dumph), piccolos shriek a warning klaxon, and more double reeds and woodwinds join in and diverge from the pattern. Triplets from high-pitched brass and woodwinds accent the grandeur the magician is using to deceive the audience, then the four notes the started the piece echo and serve as a counter-melody. Violins and mallets continue the triplet pattern in the background while flutes and clarinets pipe joyful ditties. Then the strings turn the pattern into a river-like flow as the brass joins. Then the clash, everything goes silent, a lone tuba moans the first four notes, and the marching bassoons restart the insanity.
It’s such an intricate piece, but it’s a fun bounce that illustrates the wiliness of the magician, astounding the audience, and keeping his secrets cloaked inside seemingly everyday gestures. AND IT WON’T LEAVE MY HEAD!
Good Morning, Starshine.
By Oliver.
Good morning.
Love that song.
Top this weirdness:
Old Saturday Night Live commercial for Spud Beer; catchy piano piece.
When. You. Say. SPUD!
Just put your life on hold… .
Well, I’ll try …
Last night I dreamed about a weird cabinet that turned out to be a home brew music box. Got it up and working and the song is my earworm of the day. Ready? It’s …
Onward Christian Soldiers.
Where’s the ECT machine when you need it?
Thanks to its recent ubiquitous appearance as bumper music on NPR (or at the very least, on WFAE), Spoon’s “The Underdog” has taken up semi-permanent residence inside my head. Grrrrrrr.
Gerry Rafferty’s Baker Street.
None of the lyrics, though; just the sax solo.
mmm
Me And My Baby – Ten Years After
The stirring keyboard “riff” from ‘The Final Countdown’ from the 80’s band “Europe”.
L. i. f. e. G. o. e. s. O. n. by Noah and the Whale.
Heard it in a pub on Dec 18, haven't been able to shake it since. Actually, not sure I want to.j
Sisters of Mercy - “More” (extended version)
Surfin’ Bird by The Trashmen.
Too much Full Metal Jacket as of late.
Bright Side of the Road. From the Van Morrison folder on Mrs. FtG’s car stereo two days ago. Would have preferred Gloria or Tupelo Honey or …
There is a photo spreading throughout the interwebs, of a super-colorful caterpillar with rasta-esque spikes. It comes up every few weeks, and each time it does I instantly thin ofGeorge Clinton.
So yesterday, it did, and I did, and once again “Give up the Funk” is stuck on my brain . . . because I saw a caterpillar.
“Take Me To the River”.
Heard the Al Green version a couple days ago, but it’s the Talking Heads rendition that I’m earworming.
mmm