The problem with an earworm is that it starts out as a good song. But then it gets lodged in your brain and slowly becomes torturous. I’ve got an earworm right now, and it’s a bad one:
See, the problem is that I heard the song and thought it would be fun to learn the bass line. It was. But then “All About that Bass” popped into my consciousness and set up camp. It’s been days now.
I’ve been trying to defeat the earworm by playing even catchier songs. Right now it seems like “Rock Lobster” will do the trick.
If not, I can dial things upon a notch and put on some early eighties Elton John:
If even that doesn’t work, I’ll have to get out the super special secret anti-earworm weapon:
This will not only clear out all other earworms, it will burrow into your brain and be there for the rest of your life, only emerging at odd moments – like when you’re alone late at night, or when the police come for you.
But until then, I guess I’m all about that bass.