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Musical Monday

Someday you will find me, caught beneath the landslide, in a champagnge supernova in the sky...

I've never been a huge fan of Oasis, though I did once shout "play Wonderwall!" to a patio guitarist taking requests. (The song was featured in an episode of LOST, and it was stuck in my head that day or something.)

However, I heard Champagne Supernova on the radio last night, just as I was pulling into my parking space, running ten thirty minutes late to meet my friends for dinner. I didn't care that I was tardy. I just sat there and listened. What a lovely little song. I'm a sucker for a crafty hook -- like Blues Traveler famously observed, the hook brings you back -- and Champagne Supernova certainly obliges. I wanted to hold up my lighter, flick that bic, and have myself one hell of a sing-song. (Okay, who am I kidding. I totally did that. But the lighter got hot and I was afraid one of my friends might see me from their table on the restaurant patio and since they really need no more ammunition for making fun of me, I didn't do it for long.)

I've had the song stuck in my head all day. I'm trying to figure out why I dig it so much. It certainly isn't for the brillance of the lyrics -- slowly walking down the hall/ faster than a cannonball... I think it has something to do with chord progression.

Whatever the reason, I've got a serious case of earworm.

So, what songs are you humming under your breath today?

Comments

Deb Markanton said…
Jack Johnson's Better Together has been stuck in my head for a few days now. He's got that addictive style for listening to while writing.
Roni Loren said…
Kelly Clarkson's Already Gone will not get out of my head. Her song's are so damn catchy.

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