earworm
I've had the following as an earworm for the past week or so.
It was cured over the weekend by this:
I think it's the syrupy strings and the cooing choir who picks up the tune in the latter half of this song. Reminds me of being at the barbershop as a little kid when my grandparents were still around, WPAT Easy 93, 93.1 on your FM dial, famous for their easy listening/beautiful music format. It's comforting for me.
Which brings me to something about my personal life. My wife and I are going to marriage counseling. Again I recounted how my mother was cold towards me and completely lacking in anything traditionally ascribed to motherhood. My old story of singing Silent Night at the age of 5, 6, or 7 where I'd replace "mother and child" with "father and child" since I figured all mothers were cunts.
Despite all this, and being raised by television, I realized that the only thing in my youth which came close to evoking the feeling of what it might be like to have a mother was Ann Margaret on The Flintstones when she's singing to Pebbles and Bam-Bam to sleep. Ms. Hepburn has the same quality to her voice. I don't know how to describe it nor how to put it into words since I lack context. Really, I lack context.
On the bright side, without context I don't know what I'm missing but a yearning remains.
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It was cured over the weekend by this:
Click to viewI think it's the syrupy strings and the cooing choir who picks up the tune in the latter half of this song. Reminds me of being at the barbershop as a little kid when my grandparents were still around, WPAT Easy 93, 93.1 on your FM dial, famous for their easy listening/beautiful music format. It's comforting for me.
Which brings me to something about my personal life. My wife and I are going to marriage counseling. Again I recounted how my mother was cold towards me and completely lacking in anything traditionally ascribed to motherhood. My old story of singing Silent Night at the age of 5, 6, or 7 where I'd replace "mother and child" with "father and child" since I figured all mothers were cunts.
Despite all this, and being raised by television, I realized that the only thing in my youth which came close to evoking the feeling of what it might be like to have a mother was Ann Margaret on The Flintstones when she's singing to Pebbles and Bam-Bam to sleep. Ms. Hepburn has the same quality to her voice. I don't know how to describe it nor how to put it into words since I lack context. Really, I lack context.
On the bright side, without context I don't know what I'm missing but a yearning remains.