I’ve been following and commenting on a blog from my old employer nytimes.com, The Climb. Today’s post was of some interest…the problem of the song stuck in your head on a long ride.
Its funny that the author thinks having Bright Eyes The Four Winds bubbling around in your head is a good idea. Don’t get me wrong, I love that song. Buts its about as close as Oberst is ever coming to Yeats’ The Second Coming. Having something that apocalyptic in your head climbing a mountain seems to me to be a recipe for disaster.
Esp. the line about being on the dead telling you to look alive. That line tends to pop into my head and really inappropriate times, like early in long, hard, climbs, when I should be sitting…It usually makes me stand right up and attack. I’m not going into the details of why this is so right now.
Anyway, worst song ever stuck in my head on a ride:
I did an alley cat in the spring of 2006. I was leading a bunch of out of towners all over hell and creation in Philly, trying to keep the pace high while finding the fastest route from point A to point B. I don’t know how it got into my head, but there it was: Ray Parker Junior’s Ghostbusters.
Who you gonna call? Not a good question to have percolating in your head in that kind of situation either.
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