earworm

A Bugworm

Detail of 'Bug Martini' by Adam Huber, 2 November 2016.So, I’ve got this dumb thing going on in my head, a filked auto dealer slogan echoing over and over and over again: “Bug Martini! Bug Martini! Bug Martini! (dng! dng!)”

It’s hard to explain that last sound; I think it’s supposed to be some sort of xylophone or marimba or something. No, really, damn thing has haunted me most of my life; it’s an earworm from Hell.

Still, though, that has exactly nothing to do with Adam.

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Image note: Detail of Bug Martini by Adam Huber, 2 November 2016.

An Earworm, With Love (Everybody Wants to Love You)

Detail of cover art for 'Psychopomp' by Japanese Breakfast (Yellow K Records, 2016)

So … I need you to click on over to BandCamp and check out a song because it is very nearly driving me bonkers for being so damn awesome.

• Japanese Breakfast, “Everybody Wants to Love You”

Can I get your number? Can I get you into bed? When we wake up in the morning, will you give me lots of head? Everybody wants to love you. Everybody wants to love you!

No, really. This song is way too fun.

It is also true I have no connection to Japanese Breakfast or Yellow K records, and owe a sincere tip of the hat to Ciara Dolan of The Stranger. She was not kidding when she wrote, “This is one of the best songs of 2016 and we’re only three months in.”

The album is Psychopomp, due from Yellow K Records on 1 April. Oh, and they’re pressing clear vinyl.

Yeah. I know. People get ready. For certain.

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Image note: Detail of cover art for ‘Psychopomp by Japanese Breakfast (Yellow K Records, 2016)

Dolan, Ciara. “Six New Bangers to Get You Through This Rainy Week”. Slog. 9 March 2016.

A Prescription of Sorts

Musicus annoyus. The humble common earworm. A minor plague upon humanity, to be certain, but Sofia Lyons brings us this latest prescription:

Science of UsI get at least one song stuck in my head every day, and many of my favorite tunes have been completely ruined after their hundredth mental play-through. Science of Us has grappled before with the question of how to get rid of an earworm, but new research recently published in the Quarterly Journal of Experimental Psychology suggests that there’s been a simple solution all along: chew gum.

Testing the theory that interfering with “articulatory motor programming” — that is, the motor skills involved in speech — by chewing can disrupt the formation of unwanted musical memories, researchers at the University of Reading conducted three experiments involving chewing gum and listening to catchy tunes. (The initial idea for the research came from an inauspicious source: an anonymous online post touting the anti-earworm benefits of chewing on cinnamon sticks.)

To the one, we might wonder if M. annoyus actually has any dangerous manifestations in the world. Would it not explain, well, something, if it turns out this or that ridiculous explosion of human damage occurred because the shooter or knife-wielding maniac or whoever just couldn’t stop hearing One Direction in his head?

Which raises a serious question about the ethics of these experiments. That is to say, as a matter of professional integrity, we might wonder at the wisdom and propriety of any experiment obliging subjects to listen to David Guetta or Maroon 5.

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Lyons, Sofia. “A Simple Trick to Get a Song Out of Your Head”. Science of Us. 29 April 2015.

See Also:

Beaman, C. Phillip, Kitty Powell, and Ellie Rapley. “Want to block earworms from conscious
awareness?B(u)y gum!”
The Quarterly Journal of Experimental Psychology. 21 April 2015.

Enough to Make You Need a Stiff Drink

Detail of 'Bug Martini' by Adam Huber, 23 March 2015.If I say it isn’t what you think, well, it’s probably worse.

Watch out for the earworm. Or, rather, that ought to be your first hint. I suppose the problem there is that then it really is what you think.

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Huber, Matt. “Way Down in Chokeomo”. Bug Martini. 23 March 2015.

Death on Existentialism

Death, existentialEvery now and then, I fall apart.

Oh, wait. Wrong song. Never mind.

Anyway, every now and then we all have our sentimental moments. Just ask Mary Death.

You know, it’s like, Really? Come on, kiddo, you’re not gloomy enough to have Death as a best friend. Try Cosmo and Wanda.

Then again, what are warm fuzzies to the Grim Reaper who is human enough to need them?

Guilty pleasure, maybe? Or is all pleasure guilty when you’re in that line of work?