Have you ever noticed that when you get a song "stuck" in your head, it's usually something really inane and annoying? I happened to check in with "Austin City Limits" in the wee hours and got shellacked by "Every Day is a Winding Road" by Sheryl Crow.

I can't force myself to remember Tchaikovsky violin licks or anything else remotely
useful on that tape-loop-in-my-head, but now I'm apparently stuck with cloying bimbo mysticism until I can displace it with something equally or more profound - hmmm, "Itsy-Bitsy Spider?"
It has something to do with sing-songy, nursery-rhyme simplicity I suppose. Do smarter people or real musicians at least get to suffer from a higher grade of parasitic brain-farts? I mean, did Tchaikovsky himself at least get to hallucinate Brahms, or Strauss?
