It’s starting all over again. My head was finally clear of all constantly repeating tunes, and then I sat down at the piano and played Vangelis’s Hymne. Now, a day later, it is still roaming around inside my consciousness, pushing everything else out. Not that it’s not a nice tune. But after the 64th time of hearing it in my head, I find it more than annoying.
I can go weeks without suffering through an earworm. That’s what they’re called, you know, those melodies that get a grip on you and won’t let you go, no matter how hard you try to shake them. They burrow into your brain, and no amount of cajoling will dislodge them.
I seldom listen to pop music unless I’m visiting my daughter. Her family listens to their ipod music everywhere they go. I would have no clue who Jason Mraz or Twyla Swift (or is it Tyler? Taylor?) were if it were not for them. They try to keep me up to date, but it’s a losing battle. I’m addicted to my Bach cello suites and my Beethoven piano concertos. Rossini overtures make me want to dance around the house, and Mozart arias can move me to tears.
Since I’m so prone to earworms, that’s probably a good thing. If I listened to pop music, the chance of me catching a catchy tune would be much greater. It’s hard to keep a Vivaldi recorder sonata in your head.
Anyway, I need to remind myself to stay away from Vangelis. His Hymne can be fatal. Oh, what’s that playing on my WHRO station? Percy Granger’s arrangement of Skye Boat Song? Beautiful. I think it’s driving Vangelis out of my head. Yep, definitely. Vangelis is totally gone…and Granger is here to stay.