I don’t know if this happens to any of you, but I hear music in my head. A lot. There just seems to be a running soundtrack that my brain plays as I go about my day.
Sometimes something I hear, see, or read will remind me of a song and then I will hear that song in my mind for a while. Other times it is something random and unrelated to anything that I can track it back to.
I’m not talking about earworms. I do get those, too, but they are noticeably different. Earworms I have to hear the actual song. Whether that is someone humming it or Muzak in an elevator or the song on Spotify. Most are common earworms and as soon as I hear the first few bars, I’m like, “Shit, that is gonna be playing in my head all damn day.”
The music is also not an auditory hallucination. It is not just random music. It’s always songs I’m familiar with, though not always things I like.
I believe it is just how my brain amuses itself. It has never been a problem or a distraction. Until recently.
Lately, it’s been getting a little strange and as a result, has started to cause disruptions in my focus.
For a few weeks now, my brain keeps playing old music. Like stuff from the 1940s and 1950s. This stuff is way before my time. I was not even born until 1974.
All the songs are things I’ve heard in pop culture somewhere, so it’s not as if I’m channeling some random Boomer’s playlist or something. But still, it is weird that my brain is fixating on songs that were never part of my own listening preferences.
Yesterday it was an Elvis song. All. Damn. Day.
Nothing personal against Elvis or anything, but the song had nothing to do with what I was doing, feeling, or thinking. It just kept playing on repeat in my brain. It made it hard to focus on anything.
Nothing works at getting rid of the old music from my brain. I’ve tried to distract myself with games. I’ve tried playing other music. I’ve tried streaming shows. The music stops while I’m doing something, but returns shortly after I stop.
It is interfering with my ability to write because I write either in silence or with something without words streaming in the headphones. The old music will play over the wordless music.
I’m sure that the more attention I pay to it, the harder it will be to stop it because it becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy.
I’d love for my brain to go back to its normal soundtrack and behavior.