Last night on our way to the story telling event we attended (which was wonderful by the way, thanks for asking… we had a blast) we stopped to meet up with friends at a little Thai bistro for a bite to eat. As we sat waiting for our food and chatting with friends I managed to ignore the music playing in the background. It was some radio station that played bland music from the 90’s and if I had paid the music any mind I probably would have lost it. Music does so much for my mood that I could practically use it as a drug, or more aptly, medication.
So as we talked and waited my mind was kind enough to filter it out… shove it to the background. It decided the music was less important than the people I was in the company of. Until…
Until I song came on that made my skin crawl when it came out nearly 10 years ago. I had forgotten about it. Blocked it from my mind. To me this song didn’t exist. It’s one of those songs that even though you hate it… just HATE it It gets stuck in your head, you some how know all the words. You can not make it go away.
I made a mild comment at the time, that if “I never hear this song again I’ll be just fine with that”. I wanted to rage and scream “I’m melting MELTING!!!”
So you see I exhibited a great amount of self control.
Once my food arrived I scarfed it down, left quickly with a friend to procure good seats at Back Fence PDX and left Mike there to finish his dinner and meet back up with me. Once we got where we were going there was so much going on and I didn’t have time to worry about the hated song and my desired reaction. The place was packed full already and it was still 30 minutes til showtime. We searched for a good seat where a bunch of us could be together, fearing our hunt would be in vain. Luckily with my super seat sensing abilities I spotted a big smooshy couch toward the back of the room with several chairs near it and snagged the area with a friend.
When I sat down to collect my thoughts the tune to that damn song started playing in my head. The words came next and it wasn’t until the first story teller took the mic that I was able to push it from my mind…
A few hours later I arrived home safe and sound, curled up in bed with Mike and went to sleep. For the first time in ages I didn’t even write a post before I slept. I was exhausted from a long week and wanted nothing more than the embrace of my man and my big comfy bed.
Fast forward a few hours, my wobbling bobbling alarm clock did it’s irritating duty and woke me up from a warm and blissful slumber. I opened my eyes, stretched my limbs, said good morning to my people and that’s when it started.
“Every morning there’s a halo hangin from the corner of my girlfriend’s four post bed”
It plays in my head over and over again. Listening to music isn’t helping. Singing it out loud isn’t helping. The Tom’s diner method (where I listent to and loudly sing Suzanne Vega’s Tom’s Diner). No luck.
I’m crawling back into bed now hoping to get some sleep so I can stop that song from repeating in my head. Maybe I’ll wake up and it will be gone… maybe I’ll play some Tom Waits while I sleep… he can force away many a musical demon.
I really hate that song.