When no means no. And no, this has nothing to do with Robin Thicke and the Blurred Lines video although I think it should.

That graffiti painted on the wall in the Blurred Lines video is blinding me in retrospect and now I forgot what I was going to post.  Damn.

It seems to me that if you have to spray paint Robin Thicke has a big dick on the wall in a creepy music video the entire world will watch, with the possible exception of Saudi Arabia, (because you know countries are people too as in Russia keeps calling me), it probably isn’t all that big.  The dick, I mean, not the country.  Not that I have any personal knowledge of said dick.

Plus the song, Blurred Lines, causes a really nasty sticky earworm.  It’s so unrelenting that out of desperation I was forced to play the entire soundtrack of Evita over and over again in my head (Yeah, I’ve got the entire soundtrack stuck in there)– which, prior to Blurred Lines, caused the worst earworm of my life.  I thought I’d have to have, like, electric shock therapy or massive injections of anti-psychotics to stop it.  Took three or four days for Evita to finally override Blurred Lines and then I had to use Phantom to erase Evita, Cats to erase Phantom and Dr. Seuss One Fish Two Fish Red Fish Blue Fish to erase them all.

If there’s ever a Grammy awarded for earworms, Andrew Lloyd Webber and Robin Thicke will have to share.

And I think there’s something wrong with my parenting skills because I had to explain twerking to my kids.  Parents aren’t supposed to know this stuff. My kids should be explaining twerking to me.

Besides, there are two surnames in this entire world that make me feel like I’m about to have a seizure.  Thicke happens to be one of them.  The other belongs to my mother’s friend.  Can’t post it here because I’m too polite and I might have a seizure.  See what you did, Robin Thicke?  Now I’ve got her name stuck in my head along with, once again, Blurred Lines.

Don’t cry for me, Argentina….

Kiwi Law Students Know How to Blur the Lines.

And from Bart Baker:

Monday Morning Ear Worms.

I’m aware that many bloggers post a Monday Morning music meme.  I’ve never done it.  I have pretty eclectic tastes in music.  Love classical, jazz, blues, swing, old-school rock (i.e. in the vein of Buddy Holly and Jerry Lee Lewis), classic rock, country, folk– especially if there’s a fiddle involved, Soul music, some rap.  I even like good gospel music – not new-fangled gospel music, I like old-fangled gospel music.  Grew up on it.  My dad listened to straight up traditional Black southern gospel every Sunday morning.

Nevertheless, I have to be really careful with some songs.  I get earworms so easily. There is nothing worse than an earworm.  Per Wikipedia:

An earworm is a piece of music that sticks in one’s mind so that one seems to hear it, even when it is not being played.  One reason that this occurs is that melodic music tends to have a rhythm which repeats. This cyclical nature may cause endless repetition unless some way to achieve a climax is found which breaks the cycle.

Yes, dear god, can’t we all use a climax???

For example I must be careful around Elton John.  Candle in the Wind causes one of my most persistent earworms.  Even worse than Elton John is Andrew Lloyd Weber.  Every single one of his musicals is like a microscopic brain cell destroyer.  It’s as if his songs get injected into my blood stream ala Fantastic Voyage. Remember that movie?  The soundtrack from Evita nearly landed me in the emergency room.

Must be something about those knighted British musicians.  I bet they blackmailed the Queen, threatening her with earworms.  I think Andrew Lloyd Weber is a baron or something – yeah, for sure his songs got stuck in the Queen’s head.  What could she do but baron him?

So what’s my cure for an earworm?  Well, first of all, I run screaming from any hint of Elton John or Andrew Lloyd Weber music.  Fingers in ears, yelling “Lalalalalalalalalala” and all that.  If I fail, if I manage to catch even the slightest hint of a song, I have to immediately sing a Hebrew ditty, I think the words are taken from the Book of Isaiah:

Henei ma tov umanaim
Shevet achim gam yachad
Henei ma tov umanaim
Shevet achim gam yachad

Hinei ma tov (Henei ma tov)
Lai lai lai lai lai
Lai lai lai lai lai
Hinei ma tov (Henei ma tov)
Lai lai lai lai lai
Lai lai lai lai lai

I don’t know why, but it works.  Love this Vietnamese version-

Here’s a more traditional version-

Anyone else suffer from earworms?