Earworms is the new term for songs that get stuck in your head. Researchers spent some time studying the cause and effects of these earworms.
The study, presented at conferences of the Society for Consumer Psychology in 2001 and 2003, showed:
*Women report more irritation and frustration as a result of earworms.
*People who are constantly exposed to music suffer them more frequently.
*There may be a connection between earworms and a person's level of neurosis.
"People with higher neuroticism scores tend to react to the onset of an earworm by saying 'Oh no, here it goes again, I wonder how long this is going to last,"' Kellaris said. "That fretting about it, I think, exacerbates it."
Well, today I woke up with Asia's Heat of the Moment in my head. It's not like I've listened to the song recently so I have no idea how that ended up playing in a loop in my brain. Not the whole song, but the chorus, over and over again. Heat of the Moment. Heat of the Moment. Heat of the Moment. It never fades out.
There's no denying that I am neurotic to an extent, but I don't think that's what keeps a song - an earworm - in ones head all day.
Have you ever noticed that most tunes that refuse to leave your brain are bad tunes? Songs that you wouldn't be caught dead singing, let alone owning a copy of, are the ones that park themselves in your mind and settle down for a long stay.
Perhaps the researchers missed their mark. I wonder if we are not being mind-controlled by aliens trying to drive us all crazy by lodging a tiny little microchip in our ear and when they want to bring us to the brink of insanity, they just hit the remote control, aim it at your head and Who Let The Dogs Out begins blaring in your mind, over and over again, all day long.
[One of the researchers] said one theory is that stuck songs are "the brain's attempt to resolve missing information," and that retrieving the forgotten lyrics of a song will provide closure that "unsticks" an earworm.
No. Sadly, I know all the words to Heat of the Moment. I really think this is some kind of government-sanctioned experiment in terror, designed to test how strong your resilience is. Can he withstand seven straight hours of "Purple Rain"? Then he is our man, sign him up! Those who crack under the pressure of having a secret microchip implant playing Europe's Final Countdown for a full afternoon are scratched off the list of potential agents, spies and alien studies.
The heat of the moment.....