The relationship I have with my mind has ever seemed fickle, weird, even a little fucked-up, to me. Often, my mind seems to have a mind of its own, which may seem tautologous and probably is. This is never so apparent as when I wake up with a song. I’m familiar with the phenomenom of hearing a tune and it staying with you all day. But that has clear cause and effect. What I can’t get my head around (?) is how I can wake with a song I haven’t heard or played for years.
This morning I woke with James Taylor’s Fading Away. Now this is not too much of an imposition: it’s a good song and I know the words. I can sing it end to end several times over during my morning shower and drive Maeve to distraction in one fell swoop: result! One morning last week I woke with Middle of the Road’s Chirpy Chirpy Cheep Cheep! Yuck and more yuck! Where the hell did that come from?
