By the way, I’m healed…
It was about a year ago when I first confessed my sickness to SASTP Nation.
Through my confession I learned from your responses that many of you share a similar disease. Many of you wake up each morning with your brain radio already playing a song from your past. For a great majority of you you wake up to a song you like. For the rest of us it’s pure hell.
Billy Ocean? What kind of name is that?
I had a week where I awoke to Billy Ocean playing in my head every day. It was beyond cruel. My particular form of brain radio is the worst kind. It plays only music I would never buy but had memorized due to some other weirdo in my life playing it in my presence.
Day after day… one crappy song after another… each and every morning.
I healed temporarily right after my initial admission to having the disease. But a week or two passed and whammo! I wake up to the torturous sounds of Leif Garrett. I wanted to die. My only solace was thinking he
Leif (pronounced "talentless") Garrett...
ended up in prison for meth or heroin or something like that. I wish him no harm but his “music” was every bit as awful as Britney Spears’. In fact, give him a couple of breast implants and I defy you to tell them apart.
Somebody shoot me...
Well, I have good, no, GREAT news! I am healed. It took a new baby to change the channel. I no longer wake to the soul sucking sounds of Bananarama. Now when my eyes catch first light, I hear the musical stylings of five animated creatures called The Backyardigans!
Awesome.
It’s pure goodness. For those of you with no toddlers in your life radius, The Backyardigans is a children’s show with better music than almost the entire 1980s decade.
I have a dozen or so of their songs deeply embedded in what’s left of my brain. I can’t remember my computer login at work but I know every friggin word to, “Eureka eureka, when you finda what you seeka eureka eureka…”
I have to admit, it’s a step up. No it’s a whole flight of stairs up. It makes me smile. And that’s as good as it gets for my brain radio.
Looks like my baby boy is bringing healing to my life I never expected. We can all use a little of that… MR
Wait until you get to Yo Gabba Gabba…
But do you still wake up singing the songs in your head? And, if you do, does Anna smile when she hears “eureka, eureka….” first thing in the morning? LOL
talk about a cruel, cruel summer.
Awesomeness! With a 7 and 5 year old at home we love the backyardigans and they make us crack up. My wife loves Tyrone the best.
There’s a “Tuba Polka” episode and I still sing a song from there with the line “come and get your oats… before I feed em to the goats.”
I have the disease too. The weirdest thing I woke up with in my head was that 60’s song about “The Bloody Red Baron’s gonna even the score.”
who wishes all rubber duckies would sink…
ME!
i’m the lady in pink…
-uniqua, backyardigans