Waking up to a Song in the Head

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I do this often. The thing that bugs me is that I do not wake up to Barber's 'Adagio,' or Van Morrison, oh no I wake up to Buck's Fizz or some other meaningless bubblegum music. Why is this? I am sure that some neurologist or neuroscientist out there may have an idea but they appear not to have let me know about this.  As I was burning my porridge in the micro wave this morning I realised I had a tune, if you can call it that, in my head. Not only did I have a tune I had only one line of said work going around and around. Not only this but now I cannot remember what this line was, but it was an irritant at the time! This is one of life's mysteries that happens daily to me. My alarm plays Gregorian Chant to bring me into the world, although the brighter morning mean I am already awake and attempting to open my eyes. As I clear the nights fug by opening the window and letting the early morning mist chill my bones, I really ought to hide them better, I then realise a song, line, tune, is in my head. It is not I need not inform you Gregorian Chant, indeed it rarely is anything of any quality whatsoever, it is always something from the realms of 'pap' that in normal times I would ignore. On top of this it also originates way back in the past when the world was young and life was for living. You remember those days don't you? The time when everything was exciting and the deep desire was to go around the next corner, to follow that railway track into the far distance and to drink deeply of the joy that was in waiting out there! It seems a long time ago now doesn't it? It must have affected my mind as when I wander the streets looking for dropped coins and runaway vegetables I find the music that comes to my mid at that time also originates in times past. Cream often sing 'Sunshine of your love' as I walk past Tesco's. On other occasions Deep Purple have accompanied my perambulation, frightening children and old ladies as I inadvertently head bang as I totter along. Never does the music of later years interfere. I suspect that this is because what is broadcast on music stations means little to me now, my era was the 60's and now the music I listen too dates from that time or is more classical in nature. The reason my waking mind can recall appropriate music is because I am almost awake as I stroll, but that does not explain why my dulled early morning mind digs deep into my head to produce 'Buck's Fizz!' 




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