It’s me. That short, spicy meatball at the concert taking videos on her phone and screaming/singing along with the band. That girl that made you your first mixed CD in high school that you never wanted with annotations and hearts next to all the best songs. That dweeb crowd surfing or crying to the softest possible sounds, rocking out to indie music like its f*ckin’ death metal.
The phenomenon of the earworm is not a new concept, but it’s one I am fascinated by. Every time a particular verse, hook, guitar solo (cough: Impossible Germany) gets stuck in my head, I simply HAVE to listen to it on repeat for as long as a week (or months? years?).
Earworms can be annoying, but there’s something really special about them too. Maybe these won’t be songs that would get lost in everyone’s ears, or top your year-in-review charts, but if you’re an indie-freak like me (alla Fleet Foxes, alla Snail Mail, alla Beach House), they may have a way of squirming and sticking around a while like a friendly little ghost.
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South Jersey native, former Brooklynite, currently planted in Philly.
My background is in editorial, particularly literary analysis, creative writing, and publishing. These days I pay the bills with my 9-5 grind in marketing/communications, but I keep coming back to creative outlets like this.
For some reason, I got a Master’s in English Literature – yes I use those skills each day – so my writing leans heavily on lyrical analysis and ~vibes~ as opposed to appropriate music terminology. This seems reasonable considering I have never successfully played an instrument in my life. Though I do know “A Thousand Miles” on piano…
Indie Earworms 