Evil Earworms

A few months ago, they had a piece on NPR's On The Media about songs that get stuck in your head: earworms.

And no, I won't infect you, dear reader. I'm not that cruel.

Apparently, musicians, women and neurotics are most suseptible, but in my experience, it's fatigue that does it. The tired mind is fertile soil for the pernicious earworm. For some reason, the 1980s provide me with the most miserable worms.

They're on my mind (or in it, I suppose) because I've been plagued for the last few days with an '80s hit parade of wretched bubblegum tunes from Boy Meets Girl to Chicago to Starship. Blorg!

I agree with Neva Grant's cure... an equally "catchy" but less bothersome song is the only way out.