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captainsblogThe dream wot woke me up was bad enough. Practically the entire family working its way in to a serious messing with the head.
But somewhere in it, I was exposed to the most virulent type of earworm. Not with a piece of sonata, or one of the cool things on Dan'l's iPod, or even a tacky TV theme song.
A fucking commercial jingle.
Which I can still hear, OVER and OVER, in every last detail- the peppy pace, the syrupy alto singer, the hook two measures into the third line of the ever-repeating chorus which is probably what cemented the thing in my head in the first place.
Just one thing I can't remember: the words. Not a one of them. Not a clue what product it was for, whether it was a national product or some local car dealer ad.
I'm gonna try to find a quickie composer site where I can fiddle around and maybe isolate the thing.
Pfft. It's plain key of C, but it goes beyond an octave, so none of the one-octave keyboards I'm finding will play it. It's just gonna pop into my head at some point, and then I shall inflict it upon you. Mwahaha.
(This does make a great Halloween costume idea, though- dress up as a worm sticking out of an ear and go round to all the parties singing "Watching Scotty Grow" and other hideous shit.)
But somewhere in it, I was exposed to the most virulent type of earworm. Not with a piece of sonata, or one of the cool things on Dan'l's iPod, or even a tacky TV theme song.
A fucking commercial jingle.
Which I can still hear, OVER and OVER, in every last detail- the peppy pace, the syrupy alto singer, the hook two measures into the third line of the ever-repeating chorus which is probably what cemented the thing in my head in the first place.
Just one thing I can't remember: the words. Not a one of them. Not a clue what product it was for, whether it was a national product or some local car dealer ad.
I'm gonna try to find a quickie composer site where I can fiddle around and maybe isolate the thing.
Pfft. It's plain key of C, but it goes beyond an octave, so none of the one-octave keyboards I'm finding will play it. It's just gonna pop into my head at some point, and then I shall inflict it upon you. Mwahaha.
(This does make a great Halloween costume idea, though- dress up as a worm sticking out of an ear and go round to all the parties singing "Watching Scotty Grow" and other hideous shit.)
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Date: 2007-10-30 03:47 pm (UTC)Meanwhile, commercial jingles? I'm yo' man. I still have Kool-Aid ("tastes great, wish I had some, can't wait!") and Rice Krispies commercials from 1962 running around in my braims.