Earworm: My Way

Well, it's been fun. One year ago today I started this earworm thing, and I think it's run its course for the time being. I thought long and hard about what song with which to wrap this up. For a long time, it looked like it was going to be "Mad About You" by Belinda Carlisle, but there isn't really any impact to that. Somebody at work suggested some Sinatra, but while I appreciate the music, I have never really identified with the man. Still, there's something comforting about going out with "My Way." I'll choose the Sid Vicious version, however, which I first became aware of while watching Sid and Nancy on VHS in the early 1990s. That was really my first taste of punk rock, and I have never really strayed too far from that constant. No matter what I'm listening to, I can always go back home again. So I throw my fist in the air one last time.

Oh, and to my follower, this isn't actually the end. It is for the daily stuff, but I'm sure that some new songs and stories will pop into my head. Keep an eye out too, because the next stage of my blog should debut soon.

Earworm: Blue Christmas

Well, I'm pretty sure things are winding down here. The only thing running through my head right now? "Blue Christmas" by Elvis Presley. I've written about Elvis several times before, I think. Oh well.

Earworm: Hurdy Gurdy Man

I remember a time when the Butthole Surfers seemed like the greatest band in the world. I had never heard the original version of "Hurdy Gurdy Man" by Donovan before their cover was released. Hell, I was in the eighth grade when it came out. Leave me alone. It made its way onto many a mix tape.

I stopped caring about the Butthole Surfers when "Pepper" came out. It was just a Jim Carroll rehash, and seemed awfully boring once it started playing radio play.

Earworm: Jar of Hearts

Ugh. I really, really don't like "Jar of Hearts" by Christina Perri. I have managed to largely ignore it until last week's prom episode of Glee. The music is fine, but it's another case of juvenile lyrics creeping under my skin. I'm assuming that the same people who loved Evanescence at the beginning of the century like this now. It's just not for me.

Earworm: Let the Drummer Kick

I love, love, love the instrumental version of "Let the Drummer Kick" by Citizen Cope. The full version has some of the shittiest lyrics ever written, however. Blech.

Earworm: I-76

I used to love G. Love and Special Sauce. In the 1990s, they were a force to be reckoned with, always being played on my favorite radio stations. Now he appeals to the Jack Johnson crowd, but back then the music was fresh. I remember seeing them live at Cedarfest in Minneapolis with Spearhead and Soul Coughing. I'm not particularly into any of those bands (or their offshoots) now, but back then it made up a pretty big chunk of my music collection.

While the first G. Love album is still a classic, I can really only think of one song that came later. That's "I-76." I may not like his stuff any more, but  this one still holds up as a welcome reminder of the music of my past.

Earworm: Tubular Bells

It's Friday the 13th, and that means that I'm going to try to trick my wife into watching Freddy vs. Jason or something. Given that it's the only one in the series that I own for some reason, it just might work. I don't think she minds Robert Englund very much.

Huh. Thinking of watching Jason Voorhees tear through some good, old-fashioned murder of teenagers got "Tubular Bells" running through my head. I know it's the theme from The Exorcist, but that doesn't stop it from currently living inside of my brain. I'm talking about the remixed version by Book of Love too, specifically the one that is mashed up with "Pretty Boys and Pretty Girls." I think I had that one on one of those old Just Say Yes compilations. I remember it had Morrissey and James on it too. Good stuff.