Counterpoint: PTL for Jack White

It's been a good day.  Usually the earworms infesting my brain are just horrible, like they were yesterday, but today everything has been set to this new tune from Jack White.  This business meeting, for example, was set to "Lazaretto."  In my brain.  Nice.

And SRSLY, thank sweet baby Jesus.  You know why?  Because I saw this stupid fucking meme on facebook yesterday:

And so OF COURSE this stupid song had to be stuck in my head all day and all night.  I had forgotten about this song, actually.  But yeah, it existed.



At least YouTube has a killer live studio version of this song.  There's so few of those for the antiquated gems such as these.

Knock knock!  What do Jack White and Kenny Rogers have in common?  Earworms ahoy.

(And PS, in case you don't know what PTL refers to, here.  I would hate for any reader to feel excluded from the lexicon.)

earwurm du jour: werk version

I werk at a children's hospital and we get a lot of insane child names up in here sometimes. In particular I work in a unit where we have "frequent flyers" or children who return for therapy again and again. Some of them have names that just trigger my internal radio to start playing certain songs. It doesn't necessarily have to be the name of a song although that happens. It is often a rhyming name, or sometimes even a drug name with a particular cadence that matches a melody of a song.

Today our patient Deandre came up. I always instantly hear this song when I see his name. Instantly. 

dont ever let it a child named Layla pass thru my queue, or I will instantly hear this riff, and be losing my motherfucking mind by the end of the day. 

and the cadence of the drug Amlodipine perfectly matches this shit. Thankfully I now see this drug so often that the madness has stopped, somewhat...

finally a coworker named Frank inevitably summons this song onto internal radio (thank god he is only working like every other weekend or I might go insane)


There are loads of other workplace song association examples I could present to you here, but I'd rather test the waters and see exactly how crazy I appear after this. Does this happen to other people? Surely it must, but to this degree? Worse? How do you cope with it? I mean I always have some lil jam rattlin around in there, but the ability of certain names/drugs to conjure is noteworthy. But as far as earworms go you could do worse than fucking L7! 

internal radio: never tell yourself to "FOCUS"

never tell yourself to "FOCUS" unless you want to hear the riff from Hocus Pocus by Focus on internal radio for the rest of the day.

i made that same mistake the other day and that riff is still kinda swirling around in my head now.

Man, so RawkTalk has been away on a world tour for a few weeks, followed by an intense return to my motherfucking job, as well as a heavy dose of rawking in the interim. but the time is nigh to resume talking about rawking, so please bear with me as festering blogs come to a head over the next few days. I need to purge my mind prior to heading off to the Austin Psych Fest.

Last night I dreamt about rawk talk all night, and I dreamt I went to go see Jack White perform, and found my way to the back of the venue and sort of snuck in, I'm pretty sure because I was reading this article about scamming before I went to sleep.  It reminded me a bit of blogging because I feel like an imposter in a way, but motherfuck, I'm not. I'm a goddamned rawk blogger and I need some damn press passes for shit, stat! The dream turned into a bad scene when I decided I needed to go to the bathroom and they wouldnt let me back in (because the restrooms were located in the parking lot, of course). But I managed to sad eye my way back in somehow (that tactic would never work for me IRL). So all that being said, its time to FOCUS, burg, and write some shit!!!!

internal radio: awesome sound

THANK YOU JESUS: I no longer have "multi-purpose sarong" stuck in my head.

Jesus: the original lawng haiyuhed man 

We wrote and recorded a song at Zach's house in Chicago about my sarong that I travel with and use for many purposes and it was great and hilarious and amazing and also A TOTAL FUCKING EARWORM. i have not been able to get that shit out of my head for several days and it was driving me insane. Luckily I woke up this morning with "awesome sound" by Ween (the live version off of paintin the town brown) playing on my internal radio.

Here is the closest rendition of that song I could find on the whole damn internet! for some reason the paintin the town brown version is unavailable, now you too can hear what it sounds like inside my head while I am crunching numbers and chatting with coworkers all day:


And here is Dean Ween rocking your fucking face off:

 

Dean Ween: owner of the worlds greatest Rock Face (aka guitar face)

I'm not sure if we had ever discussed our internal radios before, but me and dawg got to chattin about how there is always always always a song playing in our heads, like at all times. Most of the time its enjoyable, I hear facemelting guitars just streamin along inside my head when I'm at work, etc. I have often thought of keeping a log of whats playing at all times just to scope trends, just cause its kinda funny. So I'm going to make  an effort to blog/log and tag all my internal radio rotations, just for the hell of it. So there.