Post by Mr42 on Sept 13, 2014 9:53:46 GMT
Okay, not a thread for always, but, when you do get a song stuck in your head, you'll remember this thread exists, and come and joyfully tell us all...
www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Brainworm
Getting a song (usually one you dislike) stuck inside your mind that repeats endlessly.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Earworm
Actually a lot about it, including info about all the research done into the phenomenon and many examples through the ages!
Since courage posted up the word 'Toot' in the Word Connection thread, I've had 'Don't mess with my toot toot' by Denise LaSalle going round in my head... This is of course terrifying, and I can't believe this song actually exists. If you've not heard it before, then your life is genuinely better than mine, but, here it is anyway, just to confirm, this is a REAL SONG!!
Edgar Allan Poe's short story "The Imp of the Perverse" (1845) has the following:
It is quite a common thing to be thus annoyed with the ringing in our ears, or rather in our memories, of the burthen of some ordinary song, or some unimpressive snatches from an opera. Nor will we be the less tormented if the song in itself be good, or the opera air meritorious.
www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Brainworm
Getting a song (usually one you dislike) stuck inside your mind that repeats endlessly.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Earworm
Actually a lot about it, including info about all the research done into the phenomenon and many examples through the ages!
Since courage posted up the word 'Toot' in the Word Connection thread, I've had 'Don't mess with my toot toot' by Denise LaSalle going round in my head... This is of course terrifying, and I can't believe this song actually exists. If you've not heard it before, then your life is genuinely better than mine, but, here it is anyway, just to confirm, this is a REAL SONG!!
Edgar Allan Poe's short story "The Imp of the Perverse" (1845) has the following:
It is quite a common thing to be thus annoyed with the ringing in our ears, or rather in our memories, of the burthen of some ordinary song, or some unimpressive snatches from an opera. Nor will we be the less tormented if the song in itself be good, or the opera air meritorious.
