Yellow Submarine Sandwich

A few weeks back there was a Doonsbury comic strip where the punch line included the fun of having tinnitus.  (There's a link in one of my blog entries somewhere.)

Well this week, the great comic ZITS (one of the best drawn strips, too) is doing a series on ear worms.  Check it out:

http://zitscomics.com/comics/august-26-2013/

Made me laugh out loud.  And I particularly like that's it's a single panel, and rather than spelling out what song is stuck in Dad's head, instead one has to be familiar with the Beatles' Yellow Submarine cartoon to get the gag.  

The next strip encourages Dad to sing the song that is stuck, and naturally he bellows the all too familiar "We all live in a yellow submarine..." chorus, much to the chagrin of his son Jeremy, who is afraid the ear worm could be infectious.                                            

C'mon everyone!  "We all live..."

The rest of the series is equally amusing and rings true to what is generally true for folks suffering from earworms.  

And Yellow Submarine is an inspired, yet perfect choice for the earworm.  Who hasn't had that chorus spinning around in their noggin' at one point or another?

(From memory) No Reply.  Side One. First Song.  Time: 2:19

 Given my almost fanatical devotion to the lads from Liverpool, it's probably no surprise that their tunes often wind up being my earworm-de jour.  Although, at least since my hearing loss and the daily visit from ol' Maestro Earworm, Yellow Submarine itself hasn't been infused in my skull; though I have no doubt it will be at some point.  Why Don't We Do It in the Road and No Reply have each made at least a few appearances.  And at least twice the lines "block that kick, block that kick" and "you, you become naked" from Revolution 9 played some havoc with me.


But generally, when it's the Fabs' inhabiting my earworm-hole, I almost don't hear them at all.  I just know the songs so well, I guess, that even when the earworm needle wants to stick on Lennon's singing "…but it's my pride.  Yes it is, yes it is, oh yes it is, yea", as it did this morning, something inside of my brain bumps the needle, allowing the three-point-harmony of the lads' to continue singing, "Please don't wear red to-night…" and I essentially get the full tune.

Of course the song is set on repeat, it is an earworm after all, but, as I said, I hardly notice it.

At least in comparison to my usual regime.  "And what's more, it's true.  Yes it is."