Hear, Hear

I've mentioned before my particular proclivity for waking with a random song stuck in my noggin. But I realized the affliction is broader, striking me at odd times throughout the day.

So, in the interest of scientific inquiry, I have for the past week or so documented each instance of earwormery, hoping to discover some unforeseen pattern or otherwise illuminate my condition.

Alas, no pattern do I see. But it seems my subconscious has a pretty terrible taste in music. The results:

• "The Way" by Fastball—Sitting at my desk, not having listened to any music that day.
  
  
• "Wagon Wheel" by Old Crow Medicine Show—Getting ready for bed, having played a show (but not this song).
  
  
• "Like a Virgin" by Madonna—Walking to the bathroom at work.
  
  
• "Poison" by Alice Cooper—Sitting in silence in my dining room, strolling around the interweb.
  
  
• "If I Only Had a Brain" by Arlen and Harburg (Wizard of Oz)—sitting at my desk, writing an e-mail.
  
  
• "Escape" by
  Enrique Iglesias—Waking up in my bed. (Yeah. I don't know either.)

UPDATE! Today was even worse:

• "I'm Your Lady" by Celine Dion—Sitting at my desk sipping coffee. AHHHHHHHHH!