It started on Monday, when I awoke with “Frank Mills” from the musical Hair stuck in my head. Over and over, little snippets of the song came to me:
I love him, but it embarrasses me to walk down the street with him.
He lives in Brooklyn somewhere and wears this white crash helmet.
He has gold and chains on his leather jacket, and on the back are written the names Mary, and Mom, and Hell’s Angels…
Enough to drive a person nuts, really. Who gets a two-minute ditty from a 40-year-old hippie musical trapped in their heads? Especially one they haven’t actually listened to in ages?
Me and the bossman, as it turns out. By some strange coincidence, he was also stuck on Hair, though — luckily for him? — a different song. We discovered this Monday afternoon whilst having one of our (fairly frequent) conversations about things that were driving us crazy. I hoped that sharing this potentially-embarrassing earworm would make it go away.
Alas, nothing could be farther from the truth — it has actually gotten worse. I am now fixating on all sorts of random bits of various songs from the show. I cannot get this damned music out of my head. So, today I am going to listen to Hair on my iPod for as long as I can stand it, in the hopes that I will bore the music-retention spot in my brain into letting it go. I have no idea if this will work, but it seems worth a try.
Wish me luck…