I am truly not up for all the bad news of the world posting.
I could tell you that I cannot for the life of me remove a tune from “Annie” out of my head. It’s been there for weeks. (“Little Girls.” Particularly the part that goes “Some women are dripping with diamonds/Some women are dripping with pearls/Lucky me, lucky me, look at what I’m dripping with… little girls.”
Sigh.
I saw Annie on Broadway with Andrea McArdle. I was nineteen or twenty. Actually, except for “Tomorrow,” the soundtrack is pretty decent. But I got rid of it a long time ago, when I got rid of my LPs.
I would very much like to get rid of the tune from my head, but it refuses to go away. Dammit.
The best cure for an earworm is a different earworm.
You could try humming — or worse, singing — “Bye, bye, Ms. American Pie,” but the refuah would be worse than the makkah. Maybe the Carlebach niggun of your choice would be safer.
To go with Yankev’s theme, whenever I get a song stuck in my head, I start playing a Monkees’ song in my head. Last Train to Clarksville ot Daydream Believer work well. Of course then you have a Monkees’ song in your head. Choose your poison I guess.
Gaelic Storm, “South Australia.”
Cures any earworm I’ve ever had. That’s the power of Irish music. Nothing else can compete.