TheBanyanTree: Head Songs

[Dee]

There's more than one way to get a song stuck on an endless loop in your 
brain case, especially when you have a clock radio and are unfortunate 
enough to have it tuned to a station that employs a disc jockey with a 
wicked sense of humor.

Remember that movie "Nine to Five" that came out in the late '70s? Don't 
remember all the cast but Lily Tomlin and Dolly Parton were in it. 
Dolly, of course, had the cover on the title song, a rousing, 
blood-thumping, up-and-at'em go-gitter. "Tumble out of bed and stumble 
to the kitchen..." I mean, you couldn't hear that song without wanting 
to MOVE. Yeah.

So this one night I set my clock to wake up to music, thinking (silly 
me) that would be much gentler to my psyche than the rude and raucous 
blare of the alarm. But the dj had rigged it so that tune --that 
adrenaline-squirting ditty-- would kick in exactly on the hour...and he 
had the sound jacked up extra high.

Hooboy! When that driving beat blasted out, this child went straight up 
in the air and in six different directions, simultaneously. You might 
think that's physically impossible but it's not. The miracle of the 
moment was that I didn't unload my morning bladder while I was at it but 
the poor thang was probably frozen in fear.

To say the experience traumatized me is like saying the Pacific ocean 
has some deep spots. Not only was that song thumping through my brain 
non-stop for *days,* I haven't had the guts to set the alarm for a music 
wakeup since. Nor have I been able to trust disc jockeys from that 
moment -- and one was a dear friend. And I can't even *think* about 
setting an alarm of any kind without remembering that shattering 
morning...with the consequent replay of "Tumble out of bed and stumble 
to the kitchen..."

It's doing it now. Right now.

Help.

I'm caught in an endless loop...

Hugs, Dee...eyes glazing over...