Earworms.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
And live there.<\/p>\n
Sometimes for days.<\/p>\n
I was in a meeting, this evening when an earworm unwelcomely appeared.<\/p>\n
It’s been four hours now, since it slithered its audio tentacles (do worms have tentacles?) across my consciousness.<\/p>\n
It isn’t the full tune, either.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n