Earworms.
Those annoyingly difficult to get rid of tunes – or fragments of tunes – that crawl out of our darkest subconscious, and move in to the forebrain.
And live there.
Sometimes for days.
I was in a meeting, this evening when an earworm unwelcomely appeared.
It’s been four hours now, since it slithered its audio tentacles (do worms have tentacles?) across my consciousness.
It isn’t the full tune, either.
It’s the guitar riff at the start – and then runs through the piece, in a kind of motif sort of way – that’s hooked itself firmly in to my brain.
Because I’m a generous, sharing kind of guy, I thought I’d let you see – and hear – the kind of thing that worms its way in to my head when I’m trying to discuss important professional things.
It’s fucking excellent tuneage, isn’t it?