I wake up every morning with a song in my head. It’s a different song every day and there is no pattern to how my brain picks these songs. Sometimes it’s a song from 40 years ago, sometimes it’s a jingle from an old commercial, sometimes it’s annoying, and sometimes it sets the tone for my day. Like I said, there is no pattern, just music both good and bad.
As far as I know, I’ve always been like this. My earliest memories have me waking up with songs in my head. As a grown-up, I mentioned it to a doctor who told me it’s a form of OCD. Then the doctor did what doctors do and prescribed meds. They didn’t work. The musical hits keep coming.
It’s not all bad. Yesterday morning I woke up with Jethro Tull’s “Thick as a Brick” in my head. Not bad at all. Another day it was the dueling guitar riffs from the Eagles “Hotel California.” I can live with that. It’s not always classic rock hits, however. A couple of Ed Sheeran songs have gotten stuck in my head. Still not bad. Now for the bad…
I woke up one morning with the song “Timothy” by The Buoys stuck in my head. I hadn’t heard that song since the early 70s so I’m not sure how it got stuck in my head. For those of you who don’t know, it’s a song about three trapped miners and to survive, two of them ate Timothy. It’s not a song you really want stuck in your head. I just took an awful risk by writing about it. It may resurface again and only hours of Metallica can erase it.
Another old song that popped into my head one morning was “Billy, Don’t be a Hero” recorded by Bo Donaldson and the Heywoods. They didn’t do it originally, but they sure were able to implant it in my brain. Once again, hours of Metallica is the only cure.
Not all the one-hit wonders were awful in the 70s. I’ve had “Seasons in the Sun” by Terry Jacks stuck in my head and I really didn’t mind. “Brandy” by Looking Glass is another one I don’t mind. There’s also “One Toke Over the Line” by Brewer and Shipley. All these songs were pretty decent and it didn’t bother me to have them run through my brain over and over and over and over and over…ok, maybe they did get a little old after a couple hours after all.
What really gets to me is when an old commercial jingle gets into my head. “Plop, plop, fizz, fizz, oh what a relief it is.” A couple hours of this and you definitely need the Alka Seltzer the jingle is referring to. There’s a few more… “Two all beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions, on a sesame seed bun” or “I am stuck on band-aid, because my band-aid is stuck on me” and the ever famous “My bologna has a first name, it’s O-S-C-A-R.” They just don’t make the earworm jingles like they used to, that’s for sure.
Not all my head music comes from the 70s like I mentioned before. Certain bands seem to do complete concerts in my head, or at least it feels like it. I’ve had Matchbox 20, Nirvana, Train, The Wallflowers, and plenty more. It’s not always rock either. David Allen Coe, Toby Keith, Alabama, and others from the country world have invaded my brain on occasion. Even classical music can get in on the act. I can’t count how often “Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairies” has invaded my brain, and not just at Christmastime.
I’ve mentioned that hours of listening to Metallica cures my problem. I’ve also had success with AC/DC. When I need a song out of my head, I go with anything that’s hard rock. Of course, I’m a bit fired up after this cure so I have to tone down with some Louie Armstrong or America.
Bottom line is, my head is a jukebox that never loses a song and only gains more. If only I could put speakers on my head and a coin slot above my nose. I’d be rich.