Kinda like when you get a "worm" stuck in your brain--a song snippet that replays itself, over and over, which you find yourself compulsively singing and humming while going about your daily business of toothbrushing, dishwashing, cooking, sitting idly on the bus, whatever, wherever.
And there it remains, like a nervous tic, stubbornly, fixedly, and you simply cannot rest until you find the full version of the song and then replay that, over and over and over, infusing your psyche and satisfying the annoying, cloying appetite of the "worm" that squiggled its way into your brain and planted the song snippet in the first place.
It's a little addictive, a little obsessive, a little repetitive; yes, yes, yes.
And this is the state I have been in over certain vintage Sesame Street animations that I can recall from my kid-hood, specifically, an orange that rolls itself out of a countertop fruit bowl and sings the "Habanera" from Bizet's "Carmen....
...and a many-armed yogi that sits in full lotus and counts to 20 accompanied by sitar music & a woman's voice, which is a total, utter and complete "Hey, kids! It's LSD!" kick-ass psychadelic mind-trip (good for the commune-reared child or, hell, just the Berkeley-reared child, like me).
And now, I can say with great relief that this particular gnawing worm has been satisfied, thanks to my roommate (who initially found the singing orange for me) and YouTube.
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That's so funny - I was thinking of Sesame Street just this very morning!
I was walking to work and suddenly started singing in my head:
"One two thre FOUR five, six seven eight NINE ten, ELEVEN TWELEVE!" and visualizing the pinball rolling aross the weird world in purples and greens.
Which then made me think of new things in my life that count to twelve as well, which then encouraged me to follow through with my evening plans about said numbers.
And it all was thanks to Sesame Street.
Now I'll have to search for Guy Smiley singing "Gone with the Wind!"
xoxo...
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