Current Earworm

Nathan, The Wind

Our heat has been out for a week now. I was standing next to a window in our moderately cold house and this song came to mind as I pondered opening the window to let the cold from the outside in. The line from this song ”I know that I’ll regret it, but I think I’m gonna let it in” kept running through my mind. The song has been playing in my head ever since.

I didn’t let it in, by the way.

Elvis Costello, A Monster Went And Ate My Red 2

Sesame Street is for kids, except when it isn't, or isn't only. I don't know how I missed this, but 14 years ago, Elvis Costello did that thing that a lot of singers do and went on Sesame Street and sang a take on one of his songs, rewritten to be educational. I think the example everyone thinks of is Feist doing 1, 2, 3, 4 ("1, 2, 3, 4 Chickens just back from the shore...."). This is every bit that one's equal, Elvis doing one of his classics, but rewritten to be about the number 2. Maybe minus a point for including Elmo, but it works, and ever since Laura pointed me to this the other night, it's been stuck in my brain, my current earworm.

Brute Force, King of Fuh

Laura went to see the Lemon Twigs last week at Asbury Lanes. When she got home, the song that she really remembered wasn't one of their songs, but this one by the opening act, Brute Force. The thing about earworms is that they aren't always good songs that stick in your ear. Some times it's something like this song, an utter trifle based on one really lame joke that would set 12 year old boys to sniggering around the world. Which I guess means that The Beatles never got over being 12 year old boys, because they actually released this on their label, Apple Records. Anyway, it's been annoyingly present for the past week. It doesn't help that Laura keeps singing it to me after I manage to banish it from my ears, bringing it back (she's a bit of a sadist when it comes to music). And so now I inflict this gawdawful piece of Fuh King shit on you. Enjoy.

Chris Butler, The Devil Glitch

Because I like you, this is the short version, only five minutes long, not the full version, which goes for almost 70 minutes. And yes, I did listen to the long version tonight. Listen to this and you too will be making up verses in your head for the next couple of days, any of which could plausibly be in the song. If I recall correctly, Chris Butler had a contest when this came out that asked people to send in prospective verses, so there's probably a version of this song that runs for days. But hey, the guy wrote Christmas Wrapping; he can whatever the fuck he wants for the rest of his life, and he chose this. Respect.

Sir Douglas Quintet, She's About A Mover

The organ in this song, a Vox, is amazing. The man behind it, Augie Myers, died, and since I read it that hook has been banging about in my head. R.I.P. Augie.