I ‘ve had a hankering to write a post thanking Julie Andrews for some time. I’ve broached the subject of earworms previously. You know, the songs that lodge themselves in the ever playing jam box in my brain. This phenomenon has always been a problem for me. The offending songs are always tunes I dislike. I’m not sure if I dislike the songs simply for their predictable melodies or if I grow to hate them once they’ve anchored themselves in my head. Even early in my recovery, my damaged brain came up with some surprisingly effective defense mechanisms. While I was still in the rehabilitation hospital, I enlisted Julie Andrews as my champion in this battle
So when the reggae song “Red Red Wine” byUB40 is on rotation in my noggin, my defense is Julie Andrew’s version of “My Favorite Things”. I find it impossible to dislike this charming song, for I ,too, love raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens, bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens, brown paper packages tied up with string(which granted, you never see anymore.) But I can change that last bit to brown cardboard boxes from Amazon.
Thank you, Julie Andrews. And Rogers and Hammerstein for saving me from perpetual bombardment by earworms. My sanity and good natured attitude is supported by your collective musical talents and quaint subject matter. You have soothed my brittle, haywire psyche daily for almost 2 years.