Monday Earworm: Dar Williams and Ani diFranco

Since I spent the weekend recovering from a little surgical procedure, this seemed like a good choice for today’s earworm.

To be fair, I eschewed the prescription painkillers for Tylenol (which was just fine for me in this case), and I’ve mostly just rested on the couch the last few days trying to get low-key stuff done, but I’ve wanted to throw this song up as an earworm for a while, so here we are.

I like Pink Floyd okay. I’m not a superfan as some are, but I respect and enjoy a lot of their music. I adore both Dar Williams and Ani diFranco, though, with the passion of a white-hot sun, and so when I ran across this rendition, it made this song so much more interesting for me.

Enjoy, from whatever restful perch you currently have. (And for what it’s worth, I’m still inhabiting mine, with mixed feelings.)

(Oh, and bear in mind that next month will be time for my annual 12 Days of Christmas Music series, so be sure to drop me a line if you have any suggestions. I mean, the Houston radio station that plays Christmas music started with it OVER A WEEK AGO SRSLY WTAF. But I digress.)

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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.