Another day, another song

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My brain is a morning jukebox, thanks to XM radio. As a Sirius subscriber, I listen to morradioe music now that I’m paying for it. It’s commercial free, which means I’m hearing more songs per hour.

The upside or downside is that I’m wake up every morning with a different song in my head. No, not an earworm, but strains from a once-hit record that I’ve heard in the past day or two or three.

I took note of what I heard recently. Last week the songs were “Every Day with You Girl” by the Classics Four, “Bowling Green” by the Everly Brothers, “My Back Pages” by the Byrds, “Worst That Could Happen” by the Brooklyn Bridge, and the list goes on. By 9 a.m. the music fades off my mental turntable as the rest of the day kicks in. The music has been happening for a while now, it seldom instrumental. I can hear all the instruments, many of the lyrics that I couldn’t sing if my life depended on it.

My mind is doing a double take of songs I’ve heard in the recent few days and for some reason it will fixate on certain melodies. Usually a song I haven’t heard in a long while. Music affects us  more than we imagine. What is it about my mind that selects a certain song to play back to me? Almost always I can identify where I heard the tune—either on the radio, in a store, on a You Tubesirius link…something in the very recent past. I know that it probably has to do with the dream cycle. We go back in time through the night and make our way back to current events by the time we awake. Only these songs of mine can occur even if I get up in the middle of the night.

Thankfully these tunes aren’t the earworm that tormented me for weeks during the holiday season of 2013. I could not identify the title or the singer, though I described the song to a music major who worked with me to figure out who sang the blasted song and what the name of it was. As soon as I got rid of the earworm I heard it played over the audio system restaurant. The torment started again.

The mystery was solved 18 months later when XM played the aggravating song, “It’s Christmas Time All Over the World” by Sammy Davis Jr. Thank you, XM for letting me know what to never listen to again.

But my mental morning jukebox has become so predictable, I joke with my husband, “What’ll it be tomorrow?” The next morning, he mentioned “Engelbert Humperdinck.”Engel

Two hours later, Humperdinck’s “Release Me” came on Sixties on Six, which says something about the power of suggestion.