I didn’t know the term “earworm” until I saw it this morning on the Daily Post, but I really like it.
This morning, as I read the challenge, I happened to be playing Help (Bosnia War Child), a 1995 album that’s become part of the soundtrack of my life. On different days, any of the songs could be an earworm, but today it was this one – because it is forever associated with one of the few things I felt I did right when Tom was a baby.
For the first two or three months of Tom’s life, he cried a lot – an awful lot actually. Having spent several years working at home, alone, and in total quiet, I didn’t cope well.
We discovered fairly early on that noise was quite effective at shutting him up. White noise (like the vaccuum cleaner) worked, but drove me mad. Music seemed to calm him and I could live with it. Playing the Counting Crows album August and Everything After quite loudly in the middle of the night came to seem normal, but my real success story – the thing I did, and kept doing cos it worked – was singing Dream a Little Dream. I don’t have a particularly good voice, but Tom didn’t seem to care. If I rocked him and sang that song, he’d calm down – sometimes instantly. It even worked when we were driving, without the rocking. I don’t know why it worked, but it did, and at a time when I spent most of my days feeling totally crap, I held on to that one little thing.
I still sing Dream a Little Dream. Sometimes Tom sings with me.