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Unchained Maladies
I've never initiated a topic before now. Something profound would have been my preference but, as it is, my first thread will be what's often dismissively categorized as fluff. It just so happens to be that fluff is what's on my mind at the moment, so here goes:
In the course of my daily rounds I often find myself visiting the local convenience stores. They're all part of the same chain and I suppose there's some corporate honcho that selects the music the stores pipe through theor sound system. All have the same selections and they seem to change the play list weekly. It's mostly an eclectic, and sometimes esoteric, mix of older tunes. The loop only runs a couple of hours or so and by the end of the week I've pretty much heard the whole thing.
As a result of my exposure to this canned music, I'm experiencing a problem. Among the musical offerings there always seems to be a tune that firmly lodges itself in my head and refuses to leave. Last week it was the Chicago number, "Saturday in the Park". You know the one:
"People dancing, people laughing, a man selling Ice cream. Singing Italian songs........"
When I'd finally managed to suppress the darned thing, this week's pernicious melody ensconced itself in my brain. Courtesy of Sheena Easton, let's all sing the chorus together.
"My baby takes the morning train, he works from nine till five and then......He takes another home again to find me waitin' for him....."
....and over and over and over again it keeps repeating itself. I just can't seem to stop it. I can't even make it more gender specific.
I know this isn't a unique problem having heard of other's having similar experiences. I recall a few years back when Alka-Seltzer was running the "Plop, plop, fizz, fizz, oh what a relief it is" ads there was talk of some sort of nefarious Madison Avenue brainwashing at work.
I'm sure there are many other songs that, once mentioned, will stick like warm chewing gum to whatever cerebral mechanism governs such things. I was thinking of asking for examples, but on second thought, maybe I shouldn't.
...so, thanks for reading....and I guess that just about wraps up my fluff thread.
In the course of my daily rounds I often find myself visiting the local convenience stores. They're all part of the same chain and I suppose there's some corporate honcho that selects the music the stores pipe through theor sound system. All have the same selections and they seem to change the play list weekly. It's mostly an eclectic, and sometimes esoteric, mix of older tunes. The loop only runs a couple of hours or so and by the end of the week I've pretty much heard the whole thing.
As a result of my exposure to this canned music, I'm experiencing a problem. Among the musical offerings there always seems to be a tune that firmly lodges itself in my head and refuses to leave. Last week it was the Chicago number, "Saturday in the Park". You know the one:
"People dancing, people laughing, a man selling Ice cream. Singing Italian songs........"
When I'd finally managed to suppress the darned thing, this week's pernicious melody ensconced itself in my brain. Courtesy of Sheena Easton, let's all sing the chorus together.
"My baby takes the morning train, he works from nine till five and then......He takes another home again to find me waitin' for him....."
....and over and over and over again it keeps repeating itself. I just can't seem to stop it. I can't even make it more gender specific.
I know this isn't a unique problem having heard of other's having similar experiences. I recall a few years back when Alka-Seltzer was running the "Plop, plop, fizz, fizz, oh what a relief it is" ads there was talk of some sort of nefarious Madison Avenue brainwashing at work.
I'm sure there are many other songs that, once mentioned, will stick like warm chewing gum to whatever cerebral mechanism governs such things. I was thinking of asking for examples, but on second thought, maybe I shouldn't.
...so, thanks for reading....and I guess that just about wraps up my fluff thread.
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