By Kelli Bowen
I have discovered that I am afflicted by a phenomenon and I have yet to find someone else who will admit they are also afflicted.
Hello. My name is Kelli. I have a constant soundtrack going in my head at all times, and it’s directly related to what’s going on around me. And oh I have examples…
If it rains, I have songs about rain in my head. It bounces among a few staple songs. Generally it is either Madonna’s “Rain,” Clint Black’s “I Never Like The Rain” or JoDee Messina’s “Bring On The Rain.” If it’s at all sunny, then CCR “Have You Ever Seen The Rain” is in heavy rotation as well.
Driving through town, if we happen to come across a Holiday gas station, it maybe completely impossible for me to drive by without starting to sing Madonna’s “Holiday,” even if it’s just the word, Holiday-eee, being sung.
If anyone says “Stop.” I need to figure out if it’s “Hammer-time,” “In The Name of Love,” or if I should in fact “Don’t Stop…Believin.”
Hubby does not help my cursed affliction as he will drop earworms around me, maybe the first bar from the original Super Mario Bros, sometimes it’s the chorus of “Run For The Hills” or his favorite…humming or whistling the opening instrumental of “The Final Countdown.” That’s right. I married this twisted son of....... He drops it in my brain like a little time bomb, scurries off (I assume giggling) and waits. Maybe 5 minutes later, maybe a half hour, maybe it’s only 30 seconds, I will be finishing the song out loud, and then I angrily realize he just music-bombed my brain and I’ll hear him snicker.
I also am one who fills the silence, but it’s usually by singing, humming or whistling songs from my internal playlist. I implore you, do not drive around silently with me, 'cause it won’t be silent for long. If you are one who is down for a (most likely off-key) roadtrip sing-a-long, I am your woman. I did about 40 miles through western North Dakota belting out Adele (it was just as bad as you’re envisioning) while we tried to get to the Montana sign before dark, as the person with me had never been to Montana, so why not?
Traveling? How about a little “Eastbound and Down,” “I’m In A Hurry To Get Things Done,” or “Ridin Dirty”. Lord Help me if there’s a train: “Folsom Prison Blues,” “Long Black Train,” or “C’mon N Ride It.”
I’m not proud, possibly “Crazy,” “Crazy B@#$,” “Crazy In Love” or just a “Crazy Train,” but I do have quite the playlist.
Kelli makes her home in Cass County with her husband, two daughters (8 and 5) and two dogs. She works for a regional seed company by day and tries to be an alright mom, wife, friend and writer by night.
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