tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59416291045817536052024-02-01T20:29:20.045-08:00The Phonological LoopScorpiconhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02486742156287913312noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941629104581753605.post-4369868225026344242011-04-05T20:41:00.000-07:002011-04-05T20:49:28.372-07:00Get Low<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFmlMGGpMB4ipGOgNaGKQgYdy_bHwIcGfAhjE31ncc68_08aKbz2PtPOPyA0VZTnGQW04vj2cW-KQ_nyzA0yEdhbgSr6Hf_-ejob-5s80wqwO8oelyTfk46AqTD341hND_QM5OvwiLhOwE/s1600/R-2081450-1262949583.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFmlMGGpMB4ipGOgNaGKQgYdy_bHwIcGfAhjE31ncc68_08aKbz2PtPOPyA0VZTnGQW04vj2cW-KQ_nyzA0yEdhbgSr6Hf_-ejob-5s80wqwO8oelyTfk46AqTD341hND_QM5OvwiLhOwE/s320/R-2081450-1262949583.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592312653018464754" border="0" /></a>Really brain, how low can you get? Oh, Lil' Jon & The East Side Boyz low, I see. I blame EA for producing a great racing game called Need For Speed: Underground that featured "Get Low" which deftly stuck it deep in my psyche. Now, all it takes is a little reminder and I suddenly get the desire to wear a grill. Most recently, I was at a wedding and the DJ played "Get Low" and now I've been stuck with the song for about a week.Scorpiconhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02486742156287913312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941629104581753605.post-83771981227195741352011-02-04T11:54:00.000-08:002011-03-03T10:45:34.161-08:00A Nightmare On Dexter Street<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie7a_mp0NxVHVnr598viVSlSpox-jnmtdRJiNImocJuP7kcI4x48ZHezYAroj197Nvix1-XpfBXiACZi0hGH3goJJAgg08gUYh84s6tUUdGlX8kjwP4s_fbiXSWOUclstX6axUWGzx4Xul/s1600/dexterkrueger.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie7a_mp0NxVHVnr598viVSlSpox-jnmtdRJiNImocJuP7kcI4x48ZHezYAroj197Nvix1-XpfBXiACZi0hGH3goJJAgg08gUYh84s6tUUdGlX8kjwP4s_fbiXSWOUclstX6axUWGzx4Xul/s320/dexterkrueger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579926635526842226" border="0" /></a>Looks like I'm having an in-brain mash-up. I recently started on the fourth season of <a href="http://www.sho.com/site/dexter">Dexter</a> (an excellent Showtime show), so the theme has been hanging out in my head in anticipation of watching the next episode. Just a little bit ago I was reminded of the film <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0111686/">Wes Craven's New Nightmare</a>, which started the <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0087800/">A Nightmare On Elm Street</a> theme crawling through my brain. But Dexter is too powerful, and has infiltrated the music. If I had any musical editing talent, I'd find a way to actually make this mash-up, because it's awesome.Scorpiconhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02486742156287913312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941629104581753605.post-7541027600397392372010-05-13T13:36:00.000-07:002010-05-13T13:47:05.471-07:00No Diggity<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZiJsTlQM2Hp4Gj0cE0k2Z2XIhsB-CUp26ZSJs4u96-FXDKjdtsZlrOwVU9zVTLCwWDxnTGfhumnJSP4aLCziHAz0PO58xjhBA6gV2AE7uRJoEN1FbVXHemP-XFSMGMs3AzAUSW4Z9zieb/s1600/R-440852-1250701533.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZiJsTlQM2Hp4Gj0cE0k2Z2XIhsB-CUp26ZSJs4u96-FXDKjdtsZlrOwVU9zVTLCwWDxnTGfhumnJSP4aLCziHAz0PO58xjhBA6gV2AE7uRJoEN1FbVXHemP-XFSMGMs3AzAUSW4Z9zieb/s320/R-440852-1250701533.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470858457304878610" border="0" /></a>Well, hello there. No not you. I mean you: Mid 90's RnB. I see you're back, and just as catchy as the first time around. You, with your timely urban slang. That's right, I've got Blackstreet's "No Diggity" funkin' in my brain box these days. Now, if I could just "bag it up", I'd be much happier. "No doubt."Scorpiconhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02486742156287913312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941629104581753605.post-19746730748279869712009-07-17T12:08:00.000-07:002009-07-17T12:20:46.424-07:00Sex Packets<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbfFrlYtYCM-glHiDvpjA4G1v7rzLiSwBzxIYPgbXiFE3DkkP2Mhyphenhyphen2bZgXKnyOHpv-2WVAcSDMu_VPb5OdUBGMmnHnIyztH7dmnXfqFfB_md10NkO1UairJlWBAV-7z2HxPXaV-vWZflb_/s1600-h/R-594492-1175593748.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbfFrlYtYCM-glHiDvpjA4G1v7rzLiSwBzxIYPgbXiFE3DkkP2Mhyphenhyphen2bZgXKnyOHpv-2WVAcSDMu_VPb5OdUBGMmnHnIyztH7dmnXfqFfB_md10NkO1UairJlWBAV-7z2HxPXaV-vWZflb_/s320/R-594492-1175593748.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359511149667666546" border="0" /></a><br />Ever have one of those albums you buy for one song, but then you end up enjoying so many of the others? I've found that to be the case with Digital Underground's Sex Packets album (came for "The Humpty Dance", stayed for the rest). Lots of great stuff in there, but today I'd like to talk about the title track: "Sex Packets." The boys over at Digital Underground apparently came up with a great fake product: sex packets. They're biochemically compacted sexual affection. Sex in a pill. And then they wrote multiple songs about this fake product. And then they put those songs in an album. And then I bought that album.<br /><br />So today I've had the instrumental portions of the song looping over and over in my head. It's times like this that I really wish I knew more of the lyrics, so I could just get past the instrumentals. Looks like it's time to listen to it more...Scorpiconhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02486742156287913312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941629104581753605.post-18646812393041389722009-06-22T11:15:00.000-07:002009-06-22T11:32:34.325-07:00Slick Black Cadillac<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoKCCvU9kZ46aflA3haoNcYK0qDoEvYdx5QKiC9mLQ7uU53XYQVWkvGSf6ErhKwPDbSLsxVJu4lZnMZ2WtxRk-IV8uVDpDjVhzeeHZZgLONUutv_eEcaakB1PC99QjH2033ftjIRu5PT6V/s1600-h/R-875245-1168039467.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 317px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoKCCvU9kZ46aflA3haoNcYK0qDoEvYdx5QKiC9mLQ7uU53XYQVWkvGSf6ErhKwPDbSLsxVJu4lZnMZ2WtxRk-IV8uVDpDjVhzeeHZZgLONUutv_eEcaakB1PC99QjH2033ftjIRu5PT6V/s320/R-875245-1168039467.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350221386269689970" border="0" /></a><br />This past weekend was a great weekend for cars both in real life and in my head. I spent most of the weekend at the MSRA's annual <a href="http://www.msra.com/BackToThe50s.htm">Back to the 50's</a> car show, looking at a lot of wonderful old cars. I also spent most of the weekend humming Quiet Riot's "Slick Black Cadillac" quietly to myself. But it's gone from a vaguely appropriate song for weekend fun, to officially wedged deep in my brain.<br /><br />The only redeeming thing about all of this is that during the car show I got to ride in a real slick black Cadillac. It didn't have solid gold hubcaps though.Scorpiconhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02486742156287913312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941629104581753605.post-29683700573824618552009-05-28T13:03:00.000-07:002009-05-28T13:10:08.248-07:00There's Always Someone Cooler Than You<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidch3_-wYtyvqNRcyJr-trocqdrQFRzcEty_olbzAqQ68qZ7XfUIWA3uvqk33MflZRcM-oMmwovKs5XaPjV1N3Eb8SbmA2cyh9df29f7ah4WIL-LQwmVTfCcfxlS762o7SG8bIZWduuyit/s1600-h/R-1293538-1207104246.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidch3_-wYtyvqNRcyJr-trocqdrQFRzcEty_olbzAqQ68qZ7XfUIWA3uvqk33MflZRcM-oMmwovKs5XaPjV1N3Eb8SbmA2cyh9df29f7ah4WIL-LQwmVTfCcfxlS762o7SG8bIZWduuyit/s320/R-1293538-1207104246.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340969548758836114" border="0" /></a><br />Ever listened to a song and found it a little annoying? But then you found yourself humming the tune, so you listened to it again? Eventually you ended up liking it, despite it being sort of odd? Well, that's where I'm at with Ben Folds' song "There's Always Someone Cooler Than You." The music is great, but there's something off about the vocals that initially bugged me, but now they're what stand out to me as being a fun, defining feature.<br /><br />As someone who grew up enjoying the quirkiness of artists like "Weird Al" Yankovic and They Might Be Giants, I've found that Ben Folds' style has a special place in my heart. I just wish his style was a a little more consistent; I find it difficult to find an album that really suits my tastes beyond a couple of tracks.Scorpiconhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02486742156287913312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941629104581753605.post-72417721495462152572009-05-14T11:19:00.000-07:002009-05-14T11:33:48.396-07:00Sci-Fi Distortion<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQTUdsW_EXUzbEG16RpnT9zTmv9q3997WyftvNW0AKjDnAnFyZ_c1htu7hSu_2Py79dvciBQOJrZbMct0fOEcu75fJDGvdTUCojRCVQJCFYGoCagSjmybTWO9aZp485tQpEBzyP1RCRcI4/s1600-h/X-Treme+Bass.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 316px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQTUdsW_EXUzbEG16RpnT9zTmv9q3997WyftvNW0AKjDnAnFyZ_c1htu7hSu_2Py79dvciBQOJrZbMct0fOEcu75fJDGvdTUCojRCVQJCFYGoCagSjmybTWO9aZp485tQpEBzyP1RCRcI4/s320/X-Treme+Bass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335749613992036802" border="0" /></a><br />I'm not sure if it's the music I've been listening to, or what, but I haven't had any good fodder for The Phonological Loop for a long while. Admittedly I missed posting once a couple of months ago, but alas the music has left my head, and I feel it would be inappropriate to go back and fake a post. Perhaps that song will come back in the future for your enjoyment, but that's not what we're focusing on today.<br /><br />Today I've been living with a short little instrumental loop from the song "Sci-Fi Distortion" by X-Treme Bass. Don't worry if you've never heard of this particular artist, it's pretty obscure. I happened upon this CD in a batch of promo discs that were given to me years ago by a family friend. Out of the roughly 30 CDs I received, I think I only kept about 4. On a side note, the best thing that came of it was introducing me to Propellerheads.<br /><br />I'm not really minding the loop, but it'd be pretty cool if I could get a subwoofer installed in my brain. As the artist's name suggests, there's a good bit of bass in the tune and I feel like even my imagination isn't doing it justice.Scorpiconhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02486742156287913312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941629104581753605.post-54423864939928871232009-01-29T12:56:00.000-08:002009-01-29T13:08:59.153-08:00The Reflex<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKUWpWAxkEFCDwpEFY7vX0iDNJKYnZw9DhXGiRagzpj1LAYc5a3vo4Ow8pYOFTrUffqrVxW0bhotdYNteS0TqxElFL_n5Hr_5K0RgC8vBk5x5alyk3coH6klZ66WsJJDg8KL1UNyIwzgTP/s1600-h/R-442682-1139501378.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKUWpWAxkEFCDwpEFY7vX0iDNJKYnZw9DhXGiRagzpj1LAYc5a3vo4Ow8pYOFTrUffqrVxW0bhotdYNteS0TqxElFL_n5Hr_5K0RgC8vBk5x5alyk3coH6klZ66WsJJDg8KL1UNyIwzgTP/s320/R-442682-1139501378.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296825659757337858" border="0" /></a><br />Ah...the reflex...whatever the heck it is. Even the song doesn't seem to know what the reflex is. I want to find the members of Duran Duran and ask them what the lyrics to "The Reflex" mean. What is is all about? I want to know because I want to understand the nature of the beast that's been living inside my head for the last 4 days. Sure, sometimes a little "New Moon On Monday" creeps in, or perhaps it's thoughts of "Rio," but it always ends with "The Reflex" (or "The Re fle-fle-fle-fle-flex").<br /><br />Seriously, if anyone has a clear idea what the heck the song is about, please, let me know.Scorpiconhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02486742156287913312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941629104581753605.post-10298520759367141512008-05-19T13:44:00.000-07:002008-12-11T05:27:29.934-08:00Ashes To Ashes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9WJd0KIY2WHo_KPgHy83tiX_PVqUlngLdoTlAsmNVMVm-yo38GBuxQ52U_vHNoKYsSPPRsokB4AIL3z_jD6OT7vGp4VJg5TyC8TxvQMntnOTrT2D0Tf-anMKXdo1ZhQ_kgW91wNZ8timc/s1600-h/ashes.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9WJd0KIY2WHo_KPgHy83tiX_PVqUlngLdoTlAsmNVMVm-yo38GBuxQ52U_vHNoKYsSPPRsokB4AIL3z_jD6OT7vGp4VJg5TyC8TxvQMntnOTrT2D0Tf-anMKXdo1ZhQ_kgW91wNZ8timc/s320/ashes.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202195303744697698" border="0" /></a><br />It's been a while since I've had a loop. As I got in my car this morning I had a little bit of "Ashes To Ashes" by David Bowie looping around; just little enough that I couldn't quite remember what song it was. I finally eked it out and was soon enjoying the song on my car stereo.<br /><br />Well, it's been with me all day today. It's so far ingrained right now that despite my best efforts to remember the tune to "Shiny Happy People" by R.E.M., I can only supplant Bowie's lyrics with those of Mr. Stipe.<br /><br />Now it's like he's mocking me: "I'm happy, hope you're happy too." Well, I'm not. Thankyouverymuch.Scorpiconhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02486742156287913312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941629104581753605.post-74434273438128852622008-02-13T13:20:00.000-08:002008-12-11T05:27:30.063-08:00I Do<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYe-Hngptfb-aX2OXTTeRfsMIXLvEKbieijDXI9m-wJErIZCqwddhHGht14G8bXjgHQcYQiliJw6L3lciG59oV33HNrfUf1a2jTFf4lGJ4m_pC_GTF_LQLGBBklHEIBBC7US2gdXIWGZlo/s1600-h/chingy.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYe-Hngptfb-aX2OXTTeRfsMIXLvEKbieijDXI9m-wJErIZCqwddhHGht14G8bXjgHQcYQiliJw6L3lciG59oV33HNrfUf1a2jTFf4lGJ4m_pC_GTF_LQLGBBklHEIBBC7US2gdXIWGZlo/s320/chingy.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166671091925273634" border="0" /></a><br />No, I'm not getting married. "I Do" is a song by Chingy. Yes, the same man who brought us "<a href="http://www.google.com/search?source=ig&hl=en&rlz=&q=right+thurr+lyrics&btnG=Google+Search">Right Thurr</a>." If you know me at all, you know I'm not particularly into mainstream hiphop. Generally I abhor the stuff, but a little game series called "<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Need_for_speed_underground#Soundtrack">Need For Speed: Underground</a>" has a penchant for including a few hit contemporary hiphop songs in each release. Well, last time I got to hear "Get Low" by the ever krunk Lil Jon and the East Side Boys, and with the sequel I've been given the gift that is Chingy and his "I Do."<br /><br />Honestly, I have no idea what he's saying, so I've got what amounts to gibberish floating all up in tharr.Scorpiconhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02486742156287913312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941629104581753605.post-56236203422131292962008-01-02T12:23:00.000-08:002008-12-11T05:27:30.318-08:00Robots<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgICibpKtXy4qqQe6jVTAzgVlX_aSoR7Fj_CicNa8dQLEWsM9Fi4zC2R_N20CD_LbiCZHEDi9qeOS7qCggde075__fY8gOBZJzNPWdQIXfbWrQgQLT4yhsyDjejNa-Onhe9uypftXB8ZBv1/s1600-h/humansaredead.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgICibpKtXy4qqQe6jVTAzgVlX_aSoR7Fj_CicNa8dQLEWsM9Fi4zC2R_N20CD_LbiCZHEDi9qeOS7qCggde075__fY8gOBZJzNPWdQIXfbWrQgQLT4yhsyDjejNa-Onhe9uypftXB8ZBv1/s320/humansaredead.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150980301163360866" border="0" /></a><br />"The humans are dead." "Affirmative." Yes, my brain has been invaded by the New Zealand pop-comedy duo <a href="http://www.hbo.com/conchords/index.html">Flight Of The Conchords</a> and their song "Robots." It's a delightful song about how the humans over-worked the robots and so the robots killed us. Binary solo: 000000001. Check out a live performance here:<br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s20K8RxFY_I&rel=1"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s20K8RxFY_I&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object><br /></p>Scorpiconhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02486742156287913312noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941629104581753605.post-73408702522121255722007-11-14T09:59:00.000-08:002008-12-11T05:27:30.479-08:00Blue Jean<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirCS5tAQg-23G6CONZPfJW9WiUVXFokf8ZCd08rz2PDFJqRvcgJrzngzMeiPbNCpzGCs7qQ5qifQdFQnynSPWikgKK3XFyeetMJlVAUQlbfrWCP8-VV8kQvloCfHKhc8PE7ZN7tGVexWGo/s1600-h/R-434875-1175287966.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirCS5tAQg-23G6CONZPfJW9WiUVXFokf8ZCd08rz2PDFJqRvcgJrzngzMeiPbNCpzGCs7qQ5qifQdFQnynSPWikgKK3XFyeetMJlVAUQlbfrWCP8-VV8kQvloCfHKhc8PE7ZN7tGVexWGo/s320/R-434875-1175287966.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132757660365316770" border="0" /></a><br />Today's Phonological Loop is brought to you by David Bowie's "Blue Jean" and the word "proboscis." This is the first time since I've started this blog that I've got a word or phrase stuck in my head. Years ago, while I was in high school I had the name "<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Minor_characters_from_The_Hitchhiker%27s_Guide_to_the_Galaxy#Hotblack_Desiato">Hotblack Desiato</a>" stuck in my head for over 3 days. The relating link: not recalling how to properly spell/pronounce the word. This leads to my brain repeating both variations of the word over and over until I can determine a solution.<br /><br />Thankfully, today I've killed all of my loops for now. I've looked up my words, and I'm listening to David Bowie's greatest hits. Though, I must admit, I don't really mind it when I get a little Bowie stuck up there.Scorpiconhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02486742156287913312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941629104581753605.post-25408389832152629412007-11-07T08:20:00.000-08:002008-12-11T05:27:30.643-08:00Frank's 2000" TV<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnTrXAF7zD9bkrzxPoxjVmRbgoLDF5wN0By7n2wQ_jOLddzTg7hmIaqawcYyJatJad0Vh0k15KCfFSj2sTuaNCe07YHp1fSVS6ZheOSBtB9aZSY7FSVBz2vehtVdBKBAQ_-02KEBsgX8_R/s1600-h/R-838486-1163988322.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnTrXAF7zD9bkrzxPoxjVmRbgoLDF5wN0By7n2wQ_jOLddzTg7hmIaqawcYyJatJad0Vh0k15KCfFSj2sTuaNCe07YHp1fSVS6ZheOSBtB9aZSY7FSVBz2vehtVdBKBAQ_-02KEBsgX8_R/s320/R-838486-1163988322.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130136412546114946" border="0" /></a><br />I've learned that I can partially control what's running in my head, but if a song wants to stay, it's stuck there. This morning I woke up with 2 lines from "Weird Al" Yankovic's "Frank's 2000" TV" going over and over in a tiny, annoying loop. I realize this happens because I can't remember what comes before or after those lines, so it's a bit like a record skipping, it goe as far as it can, and then just jumps back. This morning, however, I was able to recall a second set of lines, which meant that I got 2 loops of the same song running around. Maybe next time I'll get two songs from the same album.Scorpiconhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02486742156287913312noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941629104581753605.post-58846977860006842692007-10-30T07:37:00.000-07:002008-12-11T05:27:30.993-08:003 The Hard Way<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCNFkD40FqsJj-jzWctLxh8IzbopOALawUXvNecv7FuxYsxRoHJneTH_kzBVbJW2kbuhWrff5mDpooOQcBu3pzkyFj1sZYsjtXSKjdz2Y0GgWVCPO4eEbVqxsjX359aJwfo0AmsscfJsOX/s1600-h/R-294216-1149983726.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCNFkD40FqsJj-jzWctLxh8IzbopOALawUXvNecv7FuxYsxRoHJneTH_kzBVbJW2kbuhWrff5mDpooOQcBu3pzkyFj1sZYsjtXSKjdz2Y0GgWVCPO4eEbVqxsjX359aJwfo0AmsscfJsOX/s320/R-294216-1149983726.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127148493992600914" border="0" /></a><br />As much as I try to get it out, every day for the past week I find myself repeating the line "Fresh dressed, 'cause I shop at Models" and then promptly forgetting the rest of the song. I don't know what's so appealing about the first line of "3 The Hard Way" by the Beastie Boys, but I think it has something to do with the way they say "FRESH."Scorpiconhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02486742156287913312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941629104581753605.post-88778204092351110612007-09-28T08:50:00.000-07:002008-12-11T05:27:31.192-08:00Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheGFAT1nZjhd3f0da_AoPgH353grJcNe4bpGPA98xDd5z1H9XXb4zixecG8pCrBn9UKunR4VnBVwDCnd6gBe_d6z_yTsrVIiFBykf5j6vPgK7d1kgaZnwiIMXUIqOOHrX7joNfPj2Ebtbg/s1600-h/B00005O6ZH.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheGFAT1nZjhd3f0da_AoPgH353grJcNe4bpGPA98xDd5z1H9XXb4zixecG8pCrBn9UKunR4VnBVwDCnd6gBe_d6z_yTsrVIiFBykf5j6vPgK7d1kgaZnwiIMXUIqOOHrX7joNfPj2Ebtbg/s320/B00005O6ZH.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115283564245431826" border="0" /></a><br />Today has been a robotic day for me. Could it be because I only got 4 hours of sleep? No! That just makes me a zombie.<br /><br />I've been feeling the filtered disco house music that is Daft Punk's "Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger," coursing through my brain. Why is this? It probably has something to do with that terrible "collaboration" between Daft Punk and Kanye West, but it's mostly because I was reminded of <a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=Sr2JneittqQ">this </a>video recently.Scorpiconhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02486742156287913312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941629104581753605.post-42105354570576981712007-09-24T12:43:00.000-07:002008-12-11T05:27:31.382-08:00Battle Hymn of the Republic<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgecXOAqL-ZGsSx4k-90rZxObZtBi96E9NADZJO8yKbow11MywWsg4zYqudgHg0yhzRq_V46xM7NIu6-khhb2-toNHeLmcX4VDffwvh8_LX9YPLve-mQLDRm4e8UtEF_tVZ28PUPk2R9Acv/s1600-h/Civil-War-Battle.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgecXOAqL-ZGsSx4k-90rZxObZtBi96E9NADZJO8yKbow11MywWsg4zYqudgHg0yhzRq_V46xM7NIu6-khhb2-toNHeLmcX4VDffwvh8_LX9YPLve-mQLDRm4e8UtEF_tVZ28PUPk2R9Acv/s320/Civil-War-Battle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113859855601251826" border="0" /></a><br />Yessir, that's right. This morning I was in a fervor and humming all I could remember of some song I couldn't even remember the title of. Thankfully, by the power of Google, I was able to determine that I was busy singing "Battle Hymn of the Republic" while I showered this fine morning.<br /><br />I don't know if it was the beautiful day yesterday, spent picking apple, or what it might have been, but it was a fun little song to have rambling around up there this morning, even if I could only remember 2 words. Now, where did I place my stovepipe hat?Scorpiconhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02486742156287913312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941629104581753605.post-57457112220030585922007-09-20T10:28:00.000-07:002007-09-20T10:34:42.074-07:00Has this blog already killed itself?I intended this blog to be an interesting look into what my phonological loop does and why. The idea started because I had songs or perhaps a single word stuck in my head for days. I wanted to write down what was up there, if for no other reason than to amuse myself.<br /><br />After just 3 posts, my head no longer holds songs. Is this a coincidence? Or perhaps by externalizing my brain I've "healed" it so to speak. My theory is that if this is true, this blog will become cyclic.<br /><br />1) I get a song in my head and write it down<br />2) I get freed from getting things stuck in my head<br />3) I stop blogging<br />4) Go back to 1<br /><br />Unlike my other blog, I do intend to keep this as up-to-date as possible. Ironically, this my mean that I don't post here for a while, just because there's nothing looping.<br /><br />So until next loop...Scorpiconhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02486742156287913312noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941629104581753605.post-76600901329344815702007-09-17T11:52:00.000-07:002008-12-11T05:27:31.539-08:00If I Can't Have You<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5WIFNhNRbI79WSffZUEmRrYtnaNG6Hf9AYkhXN_MZOtogViBe2mnCLEU83BeyL01MpneOpmva3nzaFVFP-UbxVxKrg6qfmuKQ122MfQs1itd7kFIlfHaqdxFnh8hS_57t3A9B-cxUKqzq/s1600-h/R-306774-1091485454.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5WIFNhNRbI79WSffZUEmRrYtnaNG6Hf9AYkhXN_MZOtogViBe2mnCLEU83BeyL01MpneOpmva3nzaFVFP-UbxVxKrg6qfmuKQ122MfQs1itd7kFIlfHaqdxFnh8hS_57t3A9B-cxUKqzq/s320/R-306774-1091485454.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111250708308599602" border="0" /></a><br />This morning I woke up to my brain singing "If I Can't Have You" by Yvonne Elliman from the Saturday Night Fever soundtrack. I went to a wedding on Saturday and on the drive home I was listening to the Saturday Night Fever soundtrack and thought, "hey, that would be a great song to have at a wedding!" Apparently, that's stuck with me all weekend.Scorpiconhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02486742156287913312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941629104581753605.post-62855036130204682302007-09-14T08:29:00.000-07:002008-12-11T05:27:31.855-08:00Rehab<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDjkTrewNT3erCV0NHkfBIwLVacUhqTc6iYCAlwXQkBL2vbVFmbt8p0ZMGGf62ejeAYQwTIhZNPxQL9s_D_egvJpKAmf0gORyyhzEq-e8kWHapPPzWWBtfKsP9N8sCDL7eyfkq3LrPTOQF/s1600-h/winehouse.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDjkTrewNT3erCV0NHkfBIwLVacUhqTc6iYCAlwXQkBL2vbVFmbt8p0ZMGGf62ejeAYQwTIhZNPxQL9s_D_egvJpKAmf0gORyyhzEq-e8kWHapPPzWWBtfKsP9N8sCDL7eyfkq3LrPTOQF/s320/winehouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110084238140678946" border="0" /></a><br />This morning I woke up with "Rehab" by Amy Winehouse stuck in my head. I know it had something to do with whatever I was dreaming about, but for the life of me I can't remember what it was. And sadly, I don't know any of the lyrics but the chorus. Actually, I don't even know all the chorus lyrics. So I've just got "something, something go to rehab, and I said, no, no, no," looping just like that. Damn.Scorpiconhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02486742156287913312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941629104581753605.post-89102091520357408252007-09-12T14:54:00.000-07:002008-12-11T05:27:32.040-08:00In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUdZlSmCbUcmRV82obtVgpF_rUw79Hb6B-5pdMH7FD2GgRcSEfEaXtptU2H7lvbwo_huhB6eftR_BVvPoIXR4HOmkJGLKIwkBjj-Sg78H9OzgHFJIpCVa-gA5yYwzyXgveJ-rnWa4TJ6RS/s1600-h/R-210381-1176573803.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUdZlSmCbUcmRV82obtVgpF_rUw79Hb6B-5pdMH7FD2GgRcSEfEaXtptU2H7lvbwo_huhB6eftR_BVvPoIXR4HOmkJGLKIwkBjj-Sg78H9OzgHFJIpCVa-gA5yYwzyXgveJ-rnWa4TJ6RS/s320/R-210381-1176573803.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109443514919461650" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />I seem to always have something playing over and over in my head. In this blog, hoping to chronicle the what and why of my brain's phonological loop.<br /><br />Today I've had "</span><span style="font-size:100%;">In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida" by Iron Butterfly stuck in my loop. I have no idea where it came from today; it's been over a month since I've listened to the song. I've got a mixture of the intro, the drum solo, and the last couple notes running around and around, chasing each other.<br /></span>Scorpiconhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02486742156287913312noreply@blogger.com1