Songs Stuck In My Head

There are some songs that are in my head all of the time, simply because they are really good songs and are some of my favourites of all time. They have a justifiable reason to be in my head. They are the old community, the post-war homes that were established with reason. They have set up ground and have in essence played a role in establishing a lot of the development in the area. I have no problem with those songs being there and appreciate that I can count on them to pop into my consciousness every once in a while. When I am having a rough day, I can have “Sunny” jump in for a few bars;  when I need to be distracted from somebody boring, “Two Way Monologue” can step up to the plate and if I simply need to kill some time, I can always count on “All I Do” to remind me how good music can be and how it can transport me for even a few minutes if it has to (and Holy Christ, if you want to hear a good cover, this band called Sugar does a knockout version at Joe Mama’s on Friday nights…and let me say again, Joe Mama’s on a Friday night is possibly the guaranteed best time in Toronto).

The thing that always confuses me is how some songs establish themselves in the brain neighbourhood.  Out of nowhere, they have squatted in some area and have started unpacking catchy beats and choruses.  I don’t know how it happens.  I try to guard myself from it happening, but I’ll be damned if every once in a while that stupid “Vengabus” song doesn’t creep in there and set up residency.  The thing about one of these songs creeping into your head is that once it is in, it’s like an ugly girl who likes you in high school, you just can’t get rid of it.  You try ducking around the corner, but she finds you.  You skip class and totally change your routine, but she’s there.  She’s always a step ahead of you, even though she’s kind of stupid.  You don’t know how she does it, but she’s always there!  And then suddenly, as magically as she appeared…she disappears. 

When one of those songs gets into your head, you just hope that you don’t start humming it or whistling it, because then it’s over.  You can’t recover.  Once you start whistling or humming that annoying song, you can count on it being in your head for at least two days.  The amazing thing is that once you realize it is in your head, what is the first thing you do?  Come on, say it with me…you share it with a friend.  You call over your buddy and say, “Hey man, you know what stupid song is stuck in my head?  Vengabus.”  Of course, your friend pretends not to know it, so then you start doing that “Dit-dit-dit-dit-dit-duuhhh-duhhh-dit-dit-dit-dit-dit-duuhhh-duuhhh” thing just to make sure that he knows what you are talking about.  You can’t leave anything to chance here.  You HAVE to make sure that your friend is going through as much agony as you are…but then, is it really agony?  You kind of start to enjoy it in some masochistic way.  You start to think, “Hey, maybe the Vengabus really is coming!”  you start thinking that maybe you do want to party on that bus and visit all of the different places it goes.  You start to think that maybe the people you see out clubbing in Toronto on a Saturday night on the Magic School Bus were thinking the same thing, but just couldn’t stop themselves.  You have an unnatural sense of fear creep over you…

There are other songs that I start singing for no reason whatsoever that are good songs, but don’t really fit into any sort of context.  For example, when my daughter was just a baby, I used to sing “Better Be Home Soon” to her at night.  For some reason, that song used to calm her down and she used to ask me to sing that for her all the time.  It is a great song, but lyrically, it really didn’t fit with the scenario.  I wish I could figure out why songs pop into my head, but then other times, I’m happy that I don’t know.  It’s good to be surprised by a song every once in a while and even more surprising is when you realize that you remember all of the lyrics to a song that you haven’t heard in years.  Then you start to wonder why that song meant so much that you actually memorized the lyrics.  Was it just that it was played so often or did it really mean something?

Okay, now I have to go, but I will leave you with this, because it just popped into my head.  Sorry, I had to do it.  I put my hand upon your hip…

2 Comments »

  1. avatar lang Says:

    You put your hand up on my hip,
    when you dip, I dip, we dip.

  2. avatar Jay Says:

    Lol…I couldn’t find the real video…that video was absolute trash.

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