The Sound of Music

My brain is just too retentive.

This morning, I sprayed Roundup on the last stubborn bit of bindweed. That particular plant looked pretty sickly, so this dose should finish it off. Then I sprayed the weeds growing between our patio's flagstones.

Gene Autry's "Heading for the Last Roundup" began playing in my mental jukebox.

"I'm heading for the last roundup. Gonna saddle Old Paint for the last time and ride. So long, old pal, it's time your tears are dried. I'm heading for the last roundup...."

This tune kept playing in my head until I got on the riding mower several hours later.


Then I thought how the mower is my own private place and the The Beach Boys began playing.

"There's a room where I can go and tell my secrets to. In this world I lock out all my worries and my fears. In my room, in my room, in my room, in my room. Do my dreaming and my scheming. Lie awake and pray. Do my crying and my sighing. Laugh at yesterday...."

These two tunes kept alternating, sometimes as a counterpoint to my thoughts and sometimes overriding them.

Then I saw a lady named Jean.

I suppose that could have triggered "Cheer up, sleepy Jean; oh, what can it mean to a daydream believer and a homecoming queen."

But I'm a bit too young for the Monkees.

Instead, Michael Jackson's Billie Jean popped up in the mental jukebox: "Billie Jean is not my lover. She's just a girl who claims that I am the one, but the kid is not my son. She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son."

So now I had three songs running through my head on some kind of endless loop.

Or is that Endless Love?

"I know I've found in you my endless love."

Yes, my brain is definitely too retentive.