By and large, I can lance my ear-worms pretty quickly.
You know what an ear-worm is. Those snippets of music that get caught in your thoughts. The "oh oh oh oh oh" of New Kids On The Block's Right Stuff. The "I don't want a place to stay" bit of Technotronic's Pump Up The Jam. Little audio hooks by Alice Deejay, MGMT, Drake or flipping Adele.
Usually when I can name an insistent melody, it slowly fades.
But I had a tune in my head all day yesterday I couldn't name. A cheesy melodic wash that was tickling me something rotten.
I can't explain it here, but it went "da doo do doo de doo doo". I'd heard it somewhere before, maybe from Spotify's New Music Friday service.
Was it new, though? I tried to put lyrics to it, but I couldn't tell if it was a shiny recent single or something dusty from my youth.
Last night, I went to bed with it in my head. I yearned for a good sleep so I could wake afresh and immediately declare "yes! it's so-and-so b-side from (insert obscure indie band)!"
I slept. I dreamt. Then in the morning, my phone alarm woke me up.
The ear-worm was my chuffing Samsung phone alarm.
Flipping heck. The cheesy melodic wash I couldn't identify was in my pocket all along, set to go off at 8am the next day.
Consider this particular ear-worm lanced, skinned and boiled into mulch.