Posted on 10/24/2009 4:34:36 AM PDT by Slings and Arrows
October 16, 2009
Dear Cecil:
What’s the deal with getting a song stuck in your head? Why does it happen, especially if it’s a song you don’t like or don’t even know well? Yet all you can think about is that stupid tune. Please enlighten me; I’m getting really sick of “Tainted Love” running circles through my brain.
Cecil replies:
You think you’ve got problems? My assistant Una claims she had the same tune running through her head off and on for 27 years. Only after laborious research online was she able to establish what it was: a concerto by Antonio Vivaldi, which at least has some class. Can you imagine 27 years of “Achy Breaky Heart”?
As is all too often the case with the interesting parts of science, we don’t know much about this phenomenon but we have a good name for it: earworm, a translation of the German Ohrwurm. (Use the German if you want anyone to pay attention to you in the faculty lounge.) People have been interested in earworms for a while now — Mark Twain used one as a plot device in his 1876 story “A Literary Nightmare.” They’re the most common type of what’s called “involuntary imagery,” sounds, pictures, smells, and even tastes that repeatedly come to mind unbidden.
One theory is that earworms are a form of mild musical hallucination (normally a rare experience), the distinction being that with an earworm you (a) usually aren’t on drugs or suffering from schizophrenia and thus (b) are fully aware there’s no actual music being played outside of your skull. Another theory is that earworms are a side effect of your brain trying to consolidate memories, akin to what happens in REM sleep. Yet another possibility is pondered by neurologist Oliver Sacks in his book Musicophilia: earworms might simply be a consequence of our being surrounded by music in our lives whether we want to be or not.
A more promising line of investigation in my opinion is to focus on the earworminess of particular songs. Una contacted the office of James Kellaris, a professor of marketing at the University of Cincinnati who’s styled himself “Dr. Earworm” after years studying the subject, to learn more about a theory of his known as “cognitive itch.” According to Kellaris, “certain pieces of music may have properties that excite an abnormal reaction in the brain” — in other words, your brain detects something extraordinary or unusual about the music that compels attention. Your brain tries to process the itch by repeating it, which only makes things worse — not unlike an epidermal itch. Kellaris finds the music most likely to cause an earworm has one or more of three key qualities: repetitiveness, simplicity, and what he calls incongruity, often an unexpected rhythmic variation. One example he gives is the song “America” from West Side Story, which features a repetitive melody and shifting time signatures.
A 2003 study by Kellaris showed that nearly 98 percent of people experienced earworms, usually involving sung rather than instrumental tunes. (Una’s Vivaldi was a relative rarity, obviously indicating her superior intellect.) While women and men experienced earworms equally often, women had to put up with them for longer and were more likely to be peeved. Kellaris’s research also suggests that musicians and those inclined to worry are particularly susceptible to worm attacks.
In the early 1980s Chicago parking garage bigwig Myron Warshauer used earworms as the basis of a patented “musical theme floor reminder system,” in which a different well-known song plays in each floor’s elevator lobby. When you come back hours later and can’t remember what floor you parked on, all you have to do is pay attention to the tune that’s (theoretically) still running through your head — the song titles are listed opposite the buttons in the elevators.
Despite all this, no one really knows what causes earworms or how to get rid of them. Common removal techniques include replacing the tune with a different one, trying to distract oneself with something else, listening to the piece in question, talking to others about the earworm, or just waiting the worm out.
In an unscientific poll on the Straight Dope Message Board, more than half of 91 respondents reported experiencing earworms daily, with popular music by far the most common culprit. About half could get rid of an earworm only by putting something else in its place; 30 percent said nothing worked reliably. Another survey of 286 people found earwormants typically had heard the song three times or more just before the earworm set in and were in a “neutral to positive emotional state” but alone and bored. So avoid ennui, my friends. That’s when the earworms strike.
A final infobit: A 2005 survey found 7.5 percent of respondents were inflicted by their least favorite song as an earworm, and more than a third hated the song’s lyrics more than anything else about it. The most loathed tune? No surprise here: Billy Ray Cyrus’s “Achy Breaky Heart.”
Are you certain that its not Conway Twitties version?
There is nothing unusual about having instrumental music playing in your head if you listen to classical a lot. Sometimes I can mentally go through a whole movement of a symphony or concerto without being able to place it. Usually it’s Mendelssohn, Dvorak, Schubert, or Mahler.
“We are Family,” by Sister Sludge?
“What is Hip,” by Flower of Power?
I know that Mambo number 5 used to play every morning on my transit to work. I opened my morning Cardiac cases with the tune stuck in my head over and over. Worse yet, if I hummed the tune Anesthesia, Perfusion, and my scrub nurse would also have the tune stuck in their head. We cursed the song every morning until the local DJ made a format change on our request.
If you ever see a rerun of that old Patty Duke Show coming on, run, don't walk, to hit the mute button.
I-den-ti-cal COUSINS... they're two of a KIND!
A local digital station has been showing reruns of this, this ... thing, and it comes on at 6:00 AM. Made the mistake of turning the tv on while I was getting ready for work, and have been hounded by that grating nonsense ever since.
Rush Hudson Limbaugh mmm!
Not unless extradited.
Mohhhhna Lisa, men have named you....
Try Green Acres, or Gilligan’s Isle.
(It was - and is - Bach's "Air on a G String," a title which I initially thought was hilarious. Once a lowbrow...)
Mmmmm. mmmmm. mmmmm.
>>Its a sound track.<<
that’s the way I think of it!!!!
I would post the lyrics, but that wouldn’t be fair to your patients.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5xKyQyY220U
When I was little, Nat King Cole’s “Mona Lisa” was - seemingly - being played constantly on one of the radio stations my aunt listened to while she was in the kitchen. The first time I heard Brian Setzer’s version of the song, I was aghast, but now I like ‘em both. Potential alternating earworms.
I fell asleep once listening to Pink Floyd-The Wall and had it on repeat. Woke up with Comfortably Numb stuck in my head for a couple days.
(It is often Gilmour's guitar work.)
An audio equipment outfit in Des Moines used to use bits of "Shine On You Crazy Diamond" for its radio ads, and I could NOT shake that for the longest time.
mmm mmm mmm ...... Barack Hussein Obama
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