Monday Earworm: Ani diFranco (applicable in most situations, it seems)

Today my daughter, who is now thirteen, lamented once more about how short she is. I cannot help that I am also short. She will be taller than I am, though, probably by high school. She’s growing quickly, and her dad is over six feet. So there.

This song is for her.

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Monday Earworm: Peter Gabriel

I have always loved this song, ever since I first heard it when it was new. And while technically my earworm this weekend has been a different song, its video reminded me instead of this one, which is a more exciting and technically sophisticated video and for a more fun and danceable and creatively sophisticated song.

So. What does this song and/or video make you think of? I’m really interested. Tell me your reaction to it in the comments.

I give you “Big Time” by Peter Gabriel.

 

Monday Earworm: Oingo Boingo

Oingo Boingo, fronted by indisputable genius Danny Elfman, is one of the most underrated bands I’ve ever loved. Their sound was — and remains — unique, complex, and yet rooted in its time in the way that only the music we adore in our youth will ever feel. This is one of my favorite tracks off their album Dead Man’s Party, which is de rigeur on our commute playlist every October, along with the soundtrack for The Nightmare Before Christmas. I’ve included a clip of a live performance here, but if you like it, look for the narrative music video, too, which is also interesting and incredibly easy to find on YouTube.

Monday Earworm: Duran Duran

I just got back last night from what’s probably my favorite writing conference, DFWCon, held annually in the Dallas/Fort Worth area. Today has been a long and lovely day of sending my manuscript off to agents who requested it during my pitch sessions. (Yay! Let’s hope that goes well!)

The first time my friend Sarah and I went to DFWCon together, we had a particularly entertaining time singing along to this song on the drive back to Houston, so for nostalgia’s sake, please enjoy this Duran Duran video.

And like many music videos of its era, it will probably cause you to think about how much social consciousness has evolved in the decades since it came out. And that’s probably a good thing.

Feel free to share your reflections in the comments section below.

Monday Earworm: The Scorpions (again)

Back at the end of August last year, Hurricane Harvey really did a number on the Gulf Coast. And in Houston, where I live, the devastation was widespread and long-lasting; our city got a lot of attention because it’s so big, but many other communities in this region were even more ravaged than we were. And here we are, the next summer, and a lot of people whose homes were flooded have either just started moving back into their renovated houses or are still displaced.

But as Houston has demonstrated time and again, we are nothing if not resilient. We need mind-bogglingly massive updates to our enormous infrastructure and a much, much more competent state government, but until we get those, we at least have our attitude. After Harvey, my Monday Earworm was “Rock You Like A Hurricane” by The Scorpions.

To kick off the official start of the Atlantic hurricane season last week, I’m restarting the Monday Earworm series again with another really excellent Scorpions song. Although the connotation in the song is really different from how I feel about my city, and especially about its ridiculous weather for half the year and its current unreasonable heat wave, dear Houston, there’s no one like you.

 

Monday Earworm: Bee-Gees and Pink Floyd

So Spring Break is over now, and re-entry after a holiday from school is always challenging. I’m frequently reminded of the day my mother took me to the parish school where I would be entering kindergarten (for the second time, at this new school, because the diocese didn’t think I was old enough for first grade). I stayed at that school all the way through eighth grade graduation, and their insistence that I start kindergarten with other children my age (despite my academic and intellectual abilities) was perhaps one of the few genuinely good administrative choices I ever witnessed there.

But I’m reminded of it because, that day she took me there to register me, Pink Floyd’s “The Wall” had been playing on the radio in the car, and I remember singing the song’s chorus (the only part I could remember) over and over as we walked through the school building, and I kept misplacing the word “inspiration” for “education.” So I was singing, “We don’t need no inspiration…” And I asked my mom what inspiration meant, and she either didn’t or couldn’t really tell me.

I’m sure there are other deeper psychological reasons for my associating that song with the awfulness of my experience at that school, but I’ll leave that for another time.

This morning on the way to school, my kids and I cheerfully sang and danced along with the Bee-Gees’ “Staying Alive” on my iPod. (We are disco fans. They especially love it when I dance like John Travolta at the stop lights. Just the arms, of course, because, come on. No idea what the other motorists think. Not really sure I’m concerned about it, either.)

So in honor of how challenging it is to come back to school after a break longer than an ordinary weekend, I give you this. Enjoy.

 

Monday Earworm: Anett Földes

So for some odd reason, a propos of nothing, “Shot in the Dark” by Ozzy Osbourne popped into my head this afternoon, and it occurred to me that this could make a nice earworm. When I went to look up a video for it on YouTube, it took me only a moment to find this cover of it by Anett Földes, who appears to be, I think, a Hungarian teenager. My only complaint is that we can’t see her hands playing on the piano keys, but I’m a piano geek and love that sort of thing. Enjoy.