Tuesday earworm

It's a catchy chorus that been in my head. Could be worse. Could be all the heavy crap in my head right now. Crap that's not about cats, or Hamilton or Hamilton performed by cats. Or just going outside and shout Alexander Hamilton at the top of my lungs until I get a Pulitzer, or sectioned.

No, I don't get it.

Who am I, though, to deny people happiness? Or obsessions? Or happy obsession?

Thursday Earworm

Always liked this one, Gwen Stefani sounds great, and it's in my head. My wife and I were talking about Moby the other day.



Killer track.

Earworm

There's little political passion in rock and roll these days. Or at least none that takes it right in front of a big oil corporate headquarters.

And there are far worse songs to be stuck in your head.