I love to sing. It was my profession for many years before I became a comic. I rocked out as the lead loudmouth of my band, Albatross. Remember our hit single, In And Out Of Love? It went Top 10 in 1978. In Launceston.
I've done a lot of singing on stage and even more around my house. I must confess that I'm easily song-triggered. By which I mean someone will say something to me in conversation and there is a reasonable chance it will remind me of a song and above reasonable probability that I will begin singing it. This happened yesterday.
"What time is your train tomorrow?" I asked my significant other.
"9am," she replied.
This was enough to cause me to launch into lyrics.
"My baby takes the morning train."
Fortunately, that's all I knew of Sheena Easton's 1981 hit, which, as I remember it, is sung from the perspective of a woman pining for the return of her man after his day at work. At least I reversed the outdated genderist assumptions embedded in the original, though I refuse to wear a white-sashed teal jumpsuit a la Sheena in the film clip.
But I can find no trigger for the song that invaded my neural pathways as soon as conscious thought dawned today. A song that makes Sheena’s ode to love and transportation seem like Nessun Dorma. I'm sure you have had the experience of waking up with a song in your head. But why did this song choose my head?
Take a look and listen to the tale of this chorus of my disapproval captured in the video below. But beware the risk of infection!
If a malicious melody has ever haunted you, please leave me a comment or send me a message! I’d love to hear the grisly details of what you have endured.
THE SONG THAT SENT ME SLIGHTLY INSANE
