I usually end up with Mediaeval Baebes melodies in my head.
Jason
Here, I’ll bless you all with the complete version with a video. No need to thank me, no, it’s just my duty as a fellow fippler… 
Now see, I found the video long ago - yet I showed mercy.
Jason
Just FYI, this morning I woke up hearing “These Boots Are Made for Walking” which by this afternoon has morphed into “Little Arrows.”
No need to thank me. 
I’m sorry to inflict these on you (but not really). One of these should stick and annoy:
“Billy, don’t be a hero, don’t be a fool with your life.
Billy don’t be a hero, come back and make me your wife.”
“We had joy, we had fun. we had
seasons in the sun.” (Shoot me now, I can’t stop it from playing.)
“Where do I begin
To tell the story of how great a love can be
The sweet love story that is older than the sea
The simple truth about the love she brings to me
Where do I start.”
Enough for today.
(These boots were made for walking. . . what a great tune to wake up to.)
At the moment Foggy Dew has been repeating in my head for three days. God, I love that song! It sends shivers down me spine everytime I hear it.
At the moment I’m waiting for my request for the song to come up on Highlander Radio.
I always have some tune or other in mine, but fortunately (until now) it has usually been until the next tune comes along. That’s the curse of growing up in a musical family, I guess. More recently, though I’ve been bouncing back and forth between a piece by César Franck (which I’m learning for the pipe organ 
) and Off to California (which I’m learning to break into whistle playing 
).
I know the feeling of picking up an instrument and all the tunes leaving the head, too. All that’s left is thunder - and a high-pitched squeel like floresent lights. 
Is there any hope for that last thing? The MDs don’t think so. Fortunately, I don’t hear it while I’m actually playing music.
I was going to close the last post with an anecdote about the time I was playing in my dad’s basement (I was about 7 years old). I had a piece of wood and a short-handled garden tool with a small spade on one end and a two-tined fork on the other. I was chopping the spade into the wood, then pulling it out again. Once (the last time, believe me) I pulled it out and one of the tines literally stuck into my forehead - dead center. I stuck fast, and wouldn’t fall out when I let go the handle. I had to forcibly pull it out.
Frankly, between that and the tunes being stuck in my head, I’ll take the tunes, any day!
Slán agus beannacht,
OUCH! Glad you didn’t poke your eye out!
“We had joy, we had fun. we had
seasons in the sun.” (Shoot me now, I can’t stop it from playing.)
But the wine and the song like the seasons have all gone . . . . . . . .
The songs I get stuck in my head are usually the ones that I hate, that make me hate myself, or make me hate the recording artist… or any combination of the above.
If I ever meet Daniel Bedingfield, so help me I’m gonna…
Thanks. That thought hadn’t occurred to me at the time, nor since - until now. I’ve lead a charmed life, it appears, always on the brink of disaster yet spared for reasons unknown. [/quote]
This is the song that never ends–
It just goes on and on my friends–
Some people started singing it, not knowing what it was–
And they’ll continue singing it forever, just because…
This is the song that never ends–
It just goes on and on my friends–
Some people started singing it, not knowing what it was–
And they’ll continue singing it forever, just because…
That song is a-driving me crazy,
I’ve gotta hear it again.
First time I heard it,
I was with some friends.
It’s a simple little song, you can sing along
With an old-time melody,
Oh won’t you play that crazy little
Song again for me.
In the 1970’s this was on the radio constantly, and one day our “eye in the sky” traffic reporter was singing along with it thinking he wasn’t on the air yet. He was, and the DJ teased him all the rest of the morning. But the listeners called in and said that was neat, so later that week they had a contest where people could call in and sing along too. That got to be a regular thing for at least a couple of months. Dan Schmarr was the “eye in the sky” and he still lives in Spokane, and even buys books at my husband’s used book store.
As long as it’s not Schnappi (this song has made me appreciate the fine craft of making crocodile handbags, though) or “I just can’t get you out of my head”, I’m fine. Almost. If it’s that “Dragostea dingsbums” song I’ll be ready to smash something big and expensive after 10 mins.
Now I need some music. Horrible thread, why did I click it? goes off to listen to Letzte Instanz
Hmmm…
That’s, like, the opposite of a hiccough.
Just sing along with the [u]Numa Numa[/u] guy… 
Ah, that bloody song. I hate it, absolutely hate it. It just bugs me off.
I have sort of a special relationship with it as well. The first time I heard it was when I was together with a girl I used to date earlier this year. It became our song.
Can you think of anything more annoying than beeing connected to Schnappi das kleine Krokodil?
Yes you all have songs stuck in your heads, but at least it stops there. My fingers start to move when I have songs stuck in my (if they are traditional…sometimes they aren’t)…I’ve memorized a lot of tunes that way.
There is but one solution:
Go to session and try to think of a tune when it’s your turn.
This is wonderful!
Best wishes,
Jerry