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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?
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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.
September 28, 2009 at 4:24 PM
Roni Loren said…
Kelly Clarkson's Already Gone will not get out of my head. Her song's are so damn catchy.
September 29, 2009 at 9:53 PM
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