tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post4908994950214323179..comments2024-03-28T14:33:26.011-04:00Comments on Jungle Red Writers: Hummingbirds.Jungle Red Writershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16646429819267618412noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-9843090298991080412017-10-20T18:09:06.647-04:002017-10-20T18:09:06.647-04:00My aunt could whistle anything, but I'm lucky ...My aunt could whistle anything, but I'm lucky if I can whistle for the dogs to come back in. I do sing in the car sometimes, to the total astonishment of any animal who is riding along, but mostly, when I am away from work, I like the quiet. <br /><br />Earworms are a whole other deal. I get the oddest stuff stuck in my mind--everything from really bad old country songs ("Pop a top . . . Again!") to whatever the band has played lately. This week it's been the 1812 Overture. My mental jukebox has quite the range, and who knows what will be up on the playlist next?Gigi Norwoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00495357787099352860noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-77268553407189832532017-10-20T16:44:26.484-04:002017-10-20T16:44:26.484-04:00I sing to my puppy. I sing to my puppy. Maureen Harringtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03499876353651763590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-45728392451548111582017-10-20T16:02:21.359-04:002017-10-20T16:02:21.359-04:00My husband is an unreconstructed rock and roll fan...My husband is an unreconstructed rock and roll fan with a special love for the 50's pop music of his barely teen years.A day or so after any car trip, my head is full of some of the least interesting but most unshakable music ever (Just my opinion of course ;-)If I give examples they will then be in your heads too.So I won't. My kids used to call them "mind songs." Trisshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08058396345946250313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-74896326512249787592017-10-20T15:45:30.024-04:002017-10-20T15:45:30.024-04:00I was pretty shy anyway--but thank you! I was pretty shy anyway--but thank you! Flora Churchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13289148096894506235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-37942189991314370592017-10-20T15:36:38.442-04:002017-10-20T15:36:38.442-04:00Not a hummer but I often wake up with a song in my...Not a hummer but I often wake up with a song in my head. Sometimes it is one I heard yesterday and other times it is one I haven't heard for ages. Then the song plays all day in my head. Worst part is when it is only a snatch of the melody and then I go crazy trying to figure out exactly what the song is. Judihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06777683026890358953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-18509084308255214592017-10-20T15:31:37.914-04:002017-10-20T15:31:37.914-04:00Jenn, used to have? So no Hooligan is a future Nei...Jenn, used to have? So no Hooligan is a future Neil Peart I take it?Jay Robertshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11409350742317719903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-41886221310158580102017-10-20T15:28:45.238-04:002017-10-20T15:28:45.238-04:00*Crosses off Hallie's name from list of people...*Crosses off Hallie's name from list of people to invite to a thrash metal concert*Jay Robertshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11409350742317719903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-11893116402059353662017-10-20T15:28:08.188-04:002017-10-20T15:28:08.188-04:00Rhys, you would have a hard time convincing me tha...Rhys, you would have a hard time convincing me that singing along to any song by Queen would be a bad thing.<br /><br />Jay Robertshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11409350742317719903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-26206414756426917402017-10-20T15:16:32.444-04:002017-10-20T15:16:32.444-04:00I hope so Coralee. Periodically Julie and I have ...I hope so Coralee. Periodically Julie and I have the discussion about whether we'd prefer to be deaf or blind, given that we had to be one or the other. I think deafness is more isolating, having watched our mothers suffer, and they DID suffer. Annhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14187856103924954287noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-32344616002365625282017-10-20T14:46:39.668-04:002017-10-20T14:46:39.668-04:00Flora, how sad. First grade! At least I made it to...Flora, how sad. First grade! At least I made it to 5th before the "not sing" dictum. Another "damn those teachers" moment: my first grade teacher told me that when I turned around, my right and my left hand switched places. To this day, I have to stop and think which of my hands is the right one and which is the left one. Elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09047379987310210498noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-56749401222620231762017-10-20T14:40:46.621-04:002017-10-20T14:40:46.621-04:00Kait, it warms my heart -- my 5th grade tallest gi...Kait, it warms my heart -- my 5th grade tallest girl in the class heart -- to know another experienced the harsh words of a chorus director: "You, we need a tall girl for the back row. But don't sing. Just move your lips." About the only time I sing with others is in church, the admonition there: "make a joyful NOISE unto the Lord."Elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09047379987310210498noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-32196513761244334942017-10-20T13:33:33.124-04:002017-10-20T13:33:33.124-04:00I don't hum--I full-out sing along with the ra...I don't hum--I full-out sing along with the radio, especially oldies from the sixties. But I do suffer from earworms all the time--especially when I wake up in the middle of the night, and it is exasperating. It's typically something I recently heard, and sometimes I have to sternly tell myself to pick another song to get over it. "It's a Small World"--thank you (not)! I expect to hear that in the early hours of tomorrow morning.Margie Buntinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10120666616254809025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-64673174380574295112017-10-20T13:20:07.480-04:002017-10-20T13:20:07.480-04:00Now I'm singing We Re the Champions!Now I'm singing We Re the Champions!Authorrhysbowen@gmail.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11844065473614874365noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-6761534396479693802017-10-20T13:12:53.997-04:002017-10-20T13:12:53.997-04:00I loved Allen Sherman singing about his horrible s...I loved Allen Sherman singing about his horrible summer camp!Pat Dhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12732230586783432052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-92202543067971152662017-10-20T13:10:39.604-04:002017-10-20T13:10:39.604-04:00I don't hum. I've never been able to whist...I don't hum. I've never been able to whistle (or blow bubblegum bubbles). And Ingrid, that was just cruel, mentioning Small World. Cruel. My only useful earworm was back in college. I used it in PE the semester I took bowling. Remember the song, Feelin' Groovy? That was my bowling song. Slow down, you move too fast. Gotta make the mornin' last. And I forgot the rest. Oh well.Pat Dhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12732230586783432052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-42325053507642867932017-10-20T13:04:15.558-04:002017-10-20T13:04:15.558-04:00Jonathan is kind. My husband actually cringes if I...Jonathan is kind. My husband actually cringes if I sing along. Pat Dhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12732230586783432052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-40630496917206533192017-10-20T12:53:04.403-04:002017-10-20T12:53:04.403-04:00There are few times when I DON'T have a tune--...There are few times when I DON'T have a tune--or at least a rhythm or cadence of some sort--running through my head, though most of the time I'm able to keep it there. But when I worked as an attorney I was known around the office as the gal who'd be at the coffee station singing songs. Not sure if this was a good thing or not...Leslie Karsthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15779717365273916569noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-69946345954390068112017-10-20T12:06:53.936-04:002017-10-20T12:06:53.936-04:00LOL! Hank, I love "Shake It Off" and it ...LOL! Hank, I love "Shake It Off" and it gets stuck in my head - frequently. Oh, and Jonathan is hilarious :)Jenn McKinlayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03214926031147370862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-14608551004346518172017-10-20T12:05:21.232-04:002017-10-20T12:05:21.232-04:00Julia, I feel you :) My desk is the corner of the ...Julia, I feel you :) My desk is the corner of the kitchen/great room and the Hooligans used to have a full drum kit set up right behind my desk. Ah!Jenn McKinlayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03214926031147370862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-79027671163666095222017-10-20T11:21:36.819-04:002017-10-20T11:21:36.819-04:00I don't hum or sing, but my skeleton has been ...I don't hum or sing, but my skeleton has been known to creak in rhythm. . I was a musician and did sing in the choir; those songs and melodies are still inside my self. I do still sing at home, the kid reads the mood based on the tune. Who knows? with the possibility of new 21st hearing aids, I might be able to sing again in public, along with listening to music that is outside my head. Coralee Hickshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06691335135691119400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-71345537003812067162017-10-20T11:19:47.443-04:002017-10-20T11:19:47.443-04:00I don't hum, but I usually have a song stuck i...I don't hum, but I usually have a song stuck in my head. Usually a song I've heard recently, but not always. <br /><br />The worst part is if I am not paying attention, I will find myself walking down the hall at work singing the song stuck in my head to myself. I think I'd rather hum. Mark Bakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11567392254011373198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-43892429182885144682017-10-20T10:38:34.812-04:002017-10-20T10:38:34.812-04:00Julia, at least the Sailor can keep a beat, I hope...Julia, at least the Sailor can keep a beat, I hope. My husband, bless him, does that whenever there's music playing, and he is incapable of doing it rhythmically. It drives me to distraction.<br /><br />However, he has many good qualities that outweigh this flaw, including his appreciation for MY singing. When we go on long car trips we enjoy listening to our satellite radio, and I belt out the oldies, of which I know an embarrassing number of lyrics. I always ask if he minds, and he insists that he enjoys it. It does make the miles fly by.<br /><br />I am prone to earworms, and they are responsible for many thousands of hours of sleeplessness, or at least they were. On a business trip I stayed at a hotel in Worcester, MA, and in my room was a "sleep kit", which included a CD (the clock in the room was also a CD player) with music by Michael Breus, the "Sleep Doctor". The first selection is a guided relaxation, and the rest are meant to slow down the heart rate, and to regulate breathing. It was brilliant, and when I listen to it it cancels out any earworm.<br /><br />That original CD got worn out, so I purchased all the selections but the guided relaxation (which I can do on my own faster), and put it on my phone. <br /><br />Ann Mason, you crack me up. Karen in Ohiohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13846039203123720312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-50109922948960783712017-10-20T10:29:41.801-04:002017-10-20T10:29:41.801-04:00Oh, Flora, that makes me sad. She probably wanted ...Oh, Flora, that makes me sad. She probably wanted you to stop singing at an inappropriate time, but that's a horrible consequence. <br /><br />You should sing, especially if you have perfect pitch! So few people can say that. And singing is such a joyful activity. Share your voice, dear.Karen in Ohiohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13846039203123720312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-67166623586268650962017-10-20T10:27:52.493-04:002017-10-20T10:27:52.493-04:00Jonathan has wit dry enough for the finest wine.Jonathan has wit dry enough for the finest wine.Karen in Ohiohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13846039203123720312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-29279516938304070992017-10-20T10:26:18.942-04:002017-10-20T10:26:18.942-04:00Earwigs are obnoxious bugs. I think you mean earwo...Earwigs are obnoxious bugs. I think you mean earworms! <br /><br />Whatever you do, don't Google earwigs now, Grace. You'll scare yourself.Karen in Ohiohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13846039203123720312noreply@blogger.com