Mental (dental) floss needed

Aaarrrghhhh!

I have a tune – an earworm – stuck in my head and…

It.
Won’t.
Get.
Out!

Aaaarggghhhh!

‘Rocket in My Pocket’ by Little Feat.

A couple of hundred years ago when I worked in a British military establishment on the Dutch/German border I used to listen to a lot of Dutch radio.

There was a radio station called VPRO that had a late-night show called ‘De Amigos de Musica Show’. And they used drop-ins and bumpers from artists.

Anyway, I used to tape (in a C30, C60, C90, Go! kind of way because this was in the days before digital, kids) each show so I could play them back, repeatedly, at my leisure and usually in my car.

I had one particular tape in my collection that had a classic show compiliation on it.

Right after a Dutch band called ‘The Inside Nipples’ performed their seminal work ‘We’re So Glad Elvis Is Dead (He’s Such A Drag)’ was a drop in: ‘This is Lol George of Little Feat and you’re listening to VPRO, De Amigos de Musica Show’ and it went straight in to Rocket in My Pocket.

Rocket in My Pocket was the worst song on the whole tape. So how good was the rest of the tape!!

Blindingly good, that’s how good. It gave me:

* The Werewolves of London by the brilliant (and sadly late) Warren Zevon
* Game Number Nine by the brilliant (and equally sadly, late) Ray Charles
* something I can’t name but it was hauntingly delivered and contained the lyric (which has stayed with me ever since) ‘The more things change the more they stay the same. Goodbye baby Jane’
* Sechsundsechzig Jahren (a real toe-tapper from Deutschland)

And the weakest of the bunch was the song that was prefixed by ‘This is Lol George of Little Feat and you’re listening to VPRO…’?

Absolutely.

Because it’s a lame, lame, lame song.

So there.

Said it.

And to any Little Feat fans who might happen this way on the strength of a speculative google (just as members of The Hoosiers Fan Club website have done – and herein found unflattering words about them!)…

I.
Don’t.
Care.

Right, I’m away to plug in my iPod to try and drown this earworm in something better. I have some Iron Maiden warmed up on standby. 🙂

B.