There are times, like right now, when I really wish I wasn’t a musician. I get earworms in the worst way. You know earworms…those little snippets of a song or piece of music that plays on an endless loop in your head? If you think you get them bad, I’ve been known to suffer extreme insomnia from earworms. Does not please me.
So when my dear A learned to whistle, I was so happy! He was so proud! Such pitch and rhythm and accuracy!
His favorite tune to pucker up and blow?
Funkytown. And not even correctly.
Please. Please, someone just put me out of my misery. I’m hurtin’ here…
I had never heard the term “earworms” before, but thank you for sharing. Finally, I have the correct word for the hell I, too, endure occasionally. Thankfully, not with the intensity that you do. I’m sorry it’s so bad for you 🙁
Two words: My Humps.
Woke up with the song in my head this morning and WANT TO DIE.
I don’t even LIKE Fergie.
I vaguely remember playing Funkytown in pep band. Thank you for starting my earworm issues with that one. Ugh.
So unfortunate…can you teach him something less annoying like “Its a Small world”? hahaha
We’ve been in a very horrible “Achy Breaky Heart” cycle at the Cursing Motorcycle household –
Would it help if I started humming Henry the Eighth ;-)?
Oooh, I get them all the time but have never heard a name for them. I always tell people the cure, however it is worse than the disease. Just sing the chorus of Karma Chameleon. Or that Ra Ra Rasputin song.